Sometimes I believe that we're already dead Each day on the TV our last rights are read Some fair-weather oil tanker bleeding its load Powder keg power plant ripe to explode Mr. Prime Minister Hear what I say Please Mr. 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 Tomorrow's an iceberg that lurks in the dark The band played our song It's the Funeral March