What are they these monsterous beings Standing in the smog before me Never before has something so alien Walked this earth I wonder is this dream I wonder can this be reality What strange behaviour They just stand there In their deformed grace Gazing towards the sky Hundreds and hundreds Standing in some kind of trance It's the atomkinder dance Some of them are grown together Like siamese twins With brownish liquid dripping From boils in their skin Primitive in structure Primitive in mind One thing to live for Destroy mankind Stripped for feelings Stripped for fear Must have revenge Warfare It's the children born of the atombomb The children of mankind