Doomsday

Look at the new sunrise

Look at the western sky

And see my lawn growing

And see my lawn thrive and thrive

But I hear a scornful laughter

I hear and infernal noise

An unknown car is among my tulips

And inside a horde or black-dressed boys

Let the doomsday come .... my lawn

And the horde is grinning at me

Their grin's so spiteful

And the window's open

And the ringleader speaks to me:

"Hey, sucker, we're so hungry

We couild eat a horse or two

We could put away a ton of food

And a barrel of barley-juice"

Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh holy

What have I done?

I shot their bollocks away

Their brains are lying in the sun

It was an emergency

It was a self-defence

And who's gonna protect me now

Against such packs of terrorists?