It Wasn`t Meant To End This Way

Sometimes I believe that we`re already dead Each day on the T.V. our last rights are read Some fair weather oil tanker bleeding its` load Powder keg powder plant ripe to explode. Mister Prime Minister hear what I say, Please Mister 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" Tomorrows an iceberg that lurks in the dark. The band plays our song... it`s the Funeral March.