Lightning strikes in the trees and the little birds cry out loud,
Their happiness of love and peace disturbed without any doubt,
As the clouds start to whirl and turn their whole world bangs apart.

Guardian angels climb into their beds as the alarm cuts through the sky,
People rush to save their heads not knowing where to hide,
The gildened statue's feet starts to rust and the ripped-off banner catches fire.

Goodbye nice society your palace is burning down,
die die nice society your king only thinks of his crown,
my my new society bares nothing of this old town,
I try try nice society not to be like every other clown.

The gods have choosen to end the game so they send us yellow sulfered rain,
the warrior chief tells us to pay for something we don't wanna play,
as someone paints his hair blue and green a nuclear flash blinds the eye---aiaiaiaiaiai

Goodbye.... 




(c) Eckardt