I woke up this morning With ruins in my head Still hear the sirens scream Shit finally hit the fan The world had come crashing Down on us I dreamt the end so clearly I'm never going back (to normal) Outside the bus window The world looks unreal Business as usual The turning of the wheel Hundreds of millions of people fear they might come off badly If they don't fulfil every desire aroused by the screen Most of them seem to believe nature is intended to serve them Soon will they know where they stand in the grand scheme People prepare for disaster Waiting for the gears to suspend The final consumption expenditure This day and age has come to an end Hundreds of millions of people with hopes and illusions Squeeze themselfs into traffic, go to work in the city every day They believe that the people in charge try to find a solution Or that the powers that be will let go of the greed and make way, one fine day People say don't blame the government These short-sighted gluttons in suits But tell me then, who wields the masses Who's leading us by the nose The devil, probably! (Outro) Suddenly it's 5 P.M. and again the siren screams Dressed in a boiler suit and I don't know what it means C'mon, let's go down to the pub and get some medicine And suddenly I realize, oh, it all was just a dream Hey man, what are you waiting for. Hey, hey, let's call it a day Let's just deny the facts and look the other way All worldly terrors are just echoes of my mind Everyone seems reassured and I'll get another pint