Look look the straw dog is barking once again
God knows that it's bark, it's no worse than it's bite
And we wonder can we just make it tonight
Maybe army crawl through the fury of the wind
Crawl into the foxhole, and find God within
and to make matters worse, the bombs are falling
and no-one can hear, the radio calling
and it
calls out
Mayday mayday everyone
the light ain't falling from the sun
and someday we willl all burn out
and find out what this life was all about.