For When The Zombies Come

Newspapers blow across the park

The last living dog somewhere in the distance

Gnawing on the corpse of the rotten planet Earth

Driving your car through piles of twisted metal and dirt

How can you sit there and grin?

After all, it was you who let the bastards in

No shame or remorse

You sold me down the river

To ingratiate yourself with the ones you want to be with

Your shiny new best friends

It's not as if you didn't know it's the means to an end

Too late to lock the door

Way too late to offer compassion to the poor

And still you look to save yourself

Don't keep saying

'What kind of God could let this happen?!'

We're perfectly capable

Of being destructive all by ourselves

No one else needed, no one else

It's the end, the end

'This is Nick Barrett, 53, Swindon... Swindon

Signing off, thank you and good night

I only tried to let the light flow through the darkness

Light beats darkness every time

The light of God must shine through

Nothing can stop that

I hope you're happy

Happiness isn't where you think it is

I hope you're happy...'