When the end comes will we still be here?
Will we be sat at the frontlane with our hands on
A can of beer?
Waiting for the saviour to come
To save us from Bush and Blair, the demons of the
Evil one?
Some say the end is near, I’m going to buy me some
Booze,
Cause I don’t want to die in fear.
When the end comes will we count the cost?
Cause we have raped the world and whatched
Her die
And then complained about all we’ve lost,
Hung the good man from the cross,
Paid no heed to the boss.
Some say the end is near, I’m going to buy me some
Booze,
Cause I don’t want to die in fear.
When the and comes will we all be free?
When the shackles are broken from the pain of
Our history.
Imperial empires will fall,
And the earth will be free to roam again,
For you and me and one and all.
Some say the end is near, I’m going to buy me some
Booze,
Cause I don’t want to die in fear.
Well my sermon has come to an end,
I’d better stop my preaching now,
For fear I’ll drive you round the bend.
Pay heed these words my friend,
For they’ll come back to haunt us in the end.
Some say the end is near, I’m going to buy me some
Booze,
Cause I don’t want to die in fear.
Will we be sat at the frontlane with our hands on
A can of beer?
Waiting for the saviour to come
To save us from Bush and Blair, the demons of the
Evil one?
Some say the end is near, I’m going to buy me some
Booze,
Cause I don’t want to die in fear.
When the end comes will we count the cost?
Cause we have raped the world and whatched
Her die
And then complained about all we’ve lost,
Hung the good man from the cross,
Paid no heed to the boss.
Some say the end is near, I’m going to buy me some
Booze,
Cause I don’t want to die in fear.
When the and comes will we all be free?
When the shackles are broken from the pain of
Our history.
Imperial empires will fall,
And the earth will be free to roam again,
For you and me and one and all.
Some say the end is near, I’m going to buy me some
Booze,
Cause I don’t want to die in fear.
Well my sermon has come to an end,
I’d better stop my preaching now,
For fear I’ll drive you round the bend.
Pay heed these words my friend,
For they’ll come back to haunt us in the end.
Some say the end is near, I’m going to buy me some
Booze,
Cause I don’t want to die in fear.
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