New York city, New York times: 2084
Businessman makes a deal for a nuclear war
Time is right to split the atom the Berlin wall
Buy your bomb, nuclear holocaust will fall

Dead reckoning

The city weeps, children run to hide their skin
Can't believe what you see as the war begins
Saturn sky on fire, spread your wings
Reap the crop and gather up your many sins

Oh

Dead reckoning

(Rapid to the end), bitter times: 2085
Congressman make a deal no one left alive
Just waiting their time arrive
Bring your dead, (heavy) stained with the tears I cried
I cried

Dead reckoning
I reckon you're dead!