Sometimes I believe that we're already dead

Each day on the T.V. 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.