| The night is cold, the sun is down | |
| I see faces through the wire | |
| No chance for them | |
| No shoulder left to cry on | |
| It's 4 am out on the street | |
| Through the smoke I see the fire | |
| It's a funeral pyre | |
| For them to die on | |
| Countdown to zero | |
| Just begun | |
| Coundown to zero | |
| It's time to start the run | |
| The city lights are fading now | |
| As I climb into the plane | |
| To shield me from | |
| The stinging acid rain | |
| And this is it, it's over now | |
| As we taxi down Runway One | |
| Tell me please | |
| You'll wake me when it's over | |
| Countdown to zero | |
| Just begun | |
| Coundown to zero | |
| It's time to start the run | |
| Do you realize what's happening in Western Europe? | |
| Norway, Finland, Scotland, England | |
| We will be the first to go | |
| Don't do it | |
| Countdown to zero | |
| Just begun | |
| Coundown to zero | |
| It's time to start the run | |
| Don't do it | |
| Don't do it | |
| Don't start the countdown to zero | |
| We want to live | |
| We want to live | |
| We will live | |
| You've got your finger on the trigger | |
| Take it off | |
| Let it go | |
| Let it pass | |
| Let it go |