When the bells all ring and the horns all blow
And the couples we know are fondly kissing,
Will I be with you or will I be among the missing?

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping at your nose,
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.

Death was everywhere,
in the air
and in the sounds
coming off the mounds
of Bolton's Ridge.
Death's anchorage.

I wish that I could get up in the early morning time.
Things would fall out of the sky into my lap.
I wish I had the brain of a tyrannosaurus rex,
So that I wouldn't have to deal with all this crap.

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

Panic on the streets of London.
Panic on the streets of Birmingham.
I wonder to myself,
Could life ever be sane again?