ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

The sound of the atom splitting


I hate you! I hate you!
Nothing will ever be the same
Oh, really? Don’t be silly!
I told you it was all a game
Whenever I see you or your work
it makes me feel like spitting
What’s that noise?
Oh that, we’ve been expecting it for ages
It’s the sound of the atom splitting

He’s a villain, him over there with the stocking on his head
Look, there’s another, they call themselves ‘pinheads’
What’s that noise over there?
Is it corrugated iron they’re hitting?
No, no, it’s perfectly normal
It’s just the sound of the atom splitting

Whose side are you on anyway?
Is that some kind of threat?
Well, I suppose it’ll have to do
as long as you don’t make too much mess
and would the last person to leave
once you’ve all finished kissing
turn the video on to record
You never know what you’re missing
Bread and circuses and maybe later
the sound of the atom splitting

Quiet at the back please! No hissing!
It’s the sound, the sound
the sound of the atom splitting

I hate you! I hate you!
Quiet at the back please! No hissing!
It’s the sound, the sound
the sound of the atom splitting