Come gather round people from Jesmond to Rome
And wait for the slaughter to land in your home
Accept it that soon you'll be charred to the bone
Cos there's no telling where that they're aiming
So paint all your windows and rip off your doors
Cos the times they are a raving
Come mothers and fathers now don't get too wise
If you don't understand then you can't criticise
And you won't give a monkey's when you vaporise
And the old world is rapidly blazing
So fill up your freezers with tons of pork pies
Cos the times they are a raving
Come vicars and businessmen down in your holes
Living off frogs legs and used toilet rolls
Let's hope that the fallout eats into your souls
'Cos there's no bugger else that you're saving
Let's send them as horserneat to feed up the Poles
Cos the times they are a raving
Come military government under the ground
Just please don't believe that you'll never be found
Cos we'll see you in hades this time around
When your nasty old bunkers all cave in
So put out the cat and have granny put clown
Cos the times they are a raving
Come out Maggie Thatcher from under your bed
And don't underestimate what I've just said
There'll be no-one to fight for when we're all dead
And nobody there to be blaming
And some of us here would prefer to be red
Cos the times they are a raving
And wait for the slaughter to land in your home
Accept it that soon you'll be charred to the bone
Cos there's no telling where that they're aiming
So paint all your windows and rip off your doors
Cos the times they are a raving
Come mothers and fathers now don't get too wise
If you don't understand then you can't criticise
And you won't give a monkey's when you vaporise
And the old world is rapidly blazing
So fill up your freezers with tons of pork pies
Cos the times they are a raving
Come vicars and businessmen down in your holes
Living off frogs legs and used toilet rolls
Let's hope that the fallout eats into your souls
'Cos there's no bugger else that you're saving
Let's send them as horserneat to feed up the Poles
Cos the times they are a raving
Come military government under the ground
Just please don't believe that you'll never be found
Cos we'll see you in hades this time around
When your nasty old bunkers all cave in
So put out the cat and have granny put clown
Cos the times they are a raving
Come out Maggie Thatcher from under your bed
And don't underestimate what I've just said
There'll be no-one to fight for when we're all dead
And nobody there to be blaming
And some of us here would prefer to be red
Cos the times they are a raving
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