Black Sabbath Electric Funeral

Reflex in the sky
Warn you you're gonna die
Storm coming, you better hide
From the atomic tide
Flashes in the sky
Turns houses into sties
Turns people into clay
Radiation minds decay
Robot minds of robot slaves
Lead men to atomic graves
Plastic flowers melt in sun
Maybe moon falls upon
Dying world of radiation
Victims of mad frustration
Burning glow of unseen fire
Like electric funeral pyre
Buildings crashing down