Sometimes I believe that we're already dead
Each day on the TV our last rights are read
Some fair weather oil tanker bleeding its' load
Powder keg powder plant ripe to explode
Mister Prime Minister hear what I say,
Please Mister President listen I pray
You have the influence and you have the power
To turn back the clocks on mankind's final hour
When death is the helmsman who steers "Jonah's Ark"
Tomorrows an iceberg that lurks in the dark
The band plays our song it's the Funeral March