Hello
Is anyone here?
You don't get the picture
Hell glows bright and clear
And I'm just a cynic talking about a white-bleached sepulchre
I'm bringing ants to your picnic
They're feeding on a dead man's bones
Countdown to tribulation, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hello
Isn't it clear?
Have I failed to tell you?
Heaven is oh so near
There once was a cynic who talked about a white-bleached sepulchre
I'm the bee at your picnic who stung you 'til you had to run home
Countdown to occupation, oh, oh, oh, oh
Countdown to salvation, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hello