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?