Hole In The Mountain by Walkabouts
Carved your name on the numbering hill,
Now it looks on the town with the promise to kill everything.
We lit this valley with atomic power,
But the lights went down in the closing hour yesterday.
And ghosty Bonny spins atop her grave.
Sayin' we had better save what we can save.
Oh no,
Oh no, hole in the mountain.
No this ain't the end of the world.
But I'm sure you'll find it waitin' it's turn close to here.
All that's left is the salvage we brought,
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