Burst on the scene in a craze of glory,
Turbulent end to a half-told story,
See him playing doctor with the mud, and spill more,
'Cause every day I can't ride up the middle.
He's the Christ of the Nuclear age,
The Christ of the Nuclear age,
The Christ of the Nuclear age.
Down at the strip joint where the seers move,
Tell me babe, do you disapprove?
And all the girls there say his love is like air,
He's not impress with the bottoms and breasts.
He's the Christ of the Nuclear age,
The Christ of the Nuclear age,
The Christ of the Nuclear age,
The Christ of the Nuclear age.
Pick up the whip, get a good grip,
Terror of the temple, one more trip,
Their hearts drip trouble,
His blood boils like the sea,
So, are you taking the ship, or just walking?
Some clean love come a-tumbling down,
Crack his head on the carnal ground,
Give you half of the ho, mere crack,
Talk about tears, I say, "Well, here's my two,"
Coming on like bad cop, like a share cropper,
Like a cane chopper.
He's the Christ of the Nuclear age,
The Christ of the Nuclear age,
The Christ of the Nuclear age,
The Christ of the Nuclear age, come on.
Come on,
Come on,
Come on,
Come on,
Come on,
Come on,
Come on,
Come on.
