Echoes Of Fear

Burning houses, some distant screams of pain

Burning people, painful and cruelly slain

I'm dashing to my chair

I have a few fried beans

Some scrambled eggs

Some bread or toast

While I watch far-off people roast

It's in the Morning-News

I'm trying to find my shoes

An airplane crashed

Explosion flashed

I have to carry out the trash!

Echoes of a distant battle!

Echoes of fear!

Echoes of a distant battle!

Still another beer?

Echoes of a distant battle!

Echoes!

Echoes of a distant battle!

Have another beer!

I'm on my way to work

I watch some well-dressed clerk

Being robbed by some

Unscrupulous bum

But as I'm late I hurry on

At noon I'm out to lunch

But as a silly bunch

Of Punks beats up

A nice old chap

I got to hurry for my cab

Echoes of a distant battle!

Echoes of fear!

Echoes of a distant battle!

Still another beer?

Echoes of a distant battle!

Echoes!

Echoes of a distant battle!

Have another beer!

Burning houses, some distant screams of pain

Burning people, painful and cruelly slain

I cuddle to my couch

I nibble some more chips

The TV shows

Some other's woes

But that's the way that this world goes!

And so I went to bed

I had one final fag

The fire-brigade

Was much too late

The neighbourhood would hesitate

Echoes of a distant battle!

Echoes of fear!

Echoes of a distant battle!

Still another beer?

Echoes of a distant battle!

Echoes!

Echoes of a distant battle!

Have another beer!