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And That's on a Good Day

You thought that it was already bad It’s about to turn for the worse Every kid will be walking around With plastic bubble and private nurse There’ll be vandals in the churchyards Priests and police in pursuit Christmas dinner will be spent Inside your Haz-Mat suit You won’t be allowed to eat the food That you used to eat Won’t be able to locate the bed Where you always used to sleep There’ll be a mighty, mighty steep Price to pay -- And that’s on a good day The weatherman will phone in his forecast -- Armageddon, all thru the night The Four Horsemen will be calling collect Lambs’ blood to snuff out the moonlight Seals will be opened, ties will be broken No kith and very few kin The rooster of your nightmares Will peck your features clean of sin You won’t be allowed to eat… There’ll be no more hearts and cards sent out On Valentine’s or Mother’s Day You’ll make love to your spouse of twenty-four years From twenty-five feet away Ignorance will smite your children -- They’ll be confined, depressed and dumb All finally equaled in darkness As they slouch toward insanity’s hum There’ll be a stranger on every doorstep And a plague upon every house The last drop of the milk of kindness Will have drained down the Devil’s spout And ev’ry five years or so, a fire will grow To engulf what’s left of reason When the Devil’s foul stench carries all living men Across the ashes of the Earth’s only season You won’t be allowed to eat the food That you used to eat Won’t be able to locate the bed Where you always used to sleep There’ll be a mighty, mighty steep Price to pay -- And that’s on a good day

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