ARMAGEDDON THERE... BUT SLOWLY...




When church bells howl at midnight
and dawn breaks to greet the moon
you're offered public liability
on a miniature silver spoon
The watchtower's cracked and faded
as the storms of love increase
and you know you don't feel honour bound
to support the price of peace.

The ringmaster then cracks his whip
while Judas anoints his brow
where nothing's really happening
it's nearly over now
The riot squad is in decline
tho' once they were the best
and Clara and Benito hang
for not passing the test.

All actors in this pantomime
still give out all they had
while bandits on the celluloid
still practice smash and grab
A hymn of darkness then descends
to make you feel on high
but all you hear is hosts of angels
singing sweetly by and 'bye.

'And so to bed' cries Zebedee
and so to bed we go
leaving all who care for life itself
to scream 'It isn't so...'
and wolves now suckle infants
while the whores just babble on
as they turn to take your credit cards
but find the money gone.

The succubus pulls on his jeans
the cat digs up the bones
of those who never made the choice
who scream for death alone
and principles, dames and panto horses
all end much too soon
when church bells howl at midnight
and dawn broke to greet the moon.