Song For An Awful Day...

Lord I must be dreaming

What else could this be

Everybody's screaming

Running for the sea

Holy lands are sinking

Birds take to the sky

The prophets are all stinking drunk

I know the reason why

Eyes are full of desire

Mind is so ill at ease

Everything is on fire

Shit piled up to the knees

Out of rhyme or reason

Everyone's to blame

Children of the season

Don't be lame

Sorry, you're so sorry

Don't be sorry

Man has known

And now he's blown it

Upside down and hell's the only sound

We did an awful job

And now they say it's nobody's fault