You know what it’s like when you wake up at 4?

I got up in the morning at quarter to four.

My watch did not speak, I put a spell on the floor.

I thought it was humid,nobody laughed.

I saw the headteacher kill one of the staff.

There is never a time to do what is right

Dogs will start barking, they are aching to fight

It is dark every morning and it’s sunny all night.

I put the cat in a basket and took care 8n the church.

The parish priest told me, I was left in the lurch.

I confess all my sins, I suffer from guilt

My husband is dead so I’ve thrown out the quilt.

The sound is insouciant the moon it looks vague.

The stars can’t be counted, I know there’s a plague

I was over in Ireland, the air was on fire.

The church is demonic the Pope is a liar

The British were armed and they tortured young men.

It seems that the world was much simpler back then.

The babies took drugs, the mothers went mad

They were missing some force so they called out for Dad

Now the mothers must work and the babies are farmed

The state guarantees it will do them no harm

So rock the old cradle, the baby is dead.

The end of the world is here on my bed