Play Armageddon audio track
When doomsday comes and the world is destroyed
By war, famine, plague or a rogue asteroid,
Or a cloud of pollution blocks the warmth of the sun,
Of the people who survive I pray I'm not one,
For many prophecies predict the destruction of man,
And all we have to prevent it is the bureaucrats' plan.
There are underground cities where the chosen few
Will hide from disaster while people like me and you
Take our chance on the surface, and if we come through,
The Public Officials will slowly emerge
From hidey - holes deep in the bowels of the earth
They will take things in hand and their task will be first
To ensure that each person still left alive
Has filled in a form permitting them to survive.
( In triplicate please or you are deemed to have died)
And if you exist, fill in one questionnaire
To claim your allowance of food and fresh air,
And another for water and medical care.
There's paperwork to complete and filing to do,
So they send you away to wait in a queue
'Till you die of starvation, thirst or the flu
Because no-one at all in the entire nation
Will produce any food, drink or medication.
Everyone works in administration
And as the curtain comes down on our civilisation
With nobody left to record history
The key to our fate will be a mystery
Because every trace of our culture and wisdom
Will forever be misplaced in the filing system