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