In the slaughterhouse all corpses smell the same,
Whether queens or pawns or innocents at the game;
In the cemetery a uniform cloaks the graves
Except for outward pomp and circumstance.
''He took a dog doo snow cone and stuffed it my right eye, he took a dog doo snow cone and stuffed it in my other eye and great googlie mooglies I can't see, temporarily!''
The clock is ticking slowly on the wing commander’s wall
Every hour it chimes our fate, a summons for us all
Take your bread and water but take care to wash your hands
It’s far too late tomorrow if no-one understands