Sabre rattling in the world
Is surely getting out of hand
Third World War,well odds on,
I putting on fifty grand.
Made me a little bunker
Made it of concrete and lead
I don't no why I'm spending
Fifty grand,odds on favourite
I'll end up dead,
So when the bombs go boom off
And all the ****  hits the fan
Put your head up your ****
And make an alternative plan
Mr America being the hard nose police,
Mr Korea just being-naughty sheep.
Mr Russia just hasn't got a clue
NATO and Europe such a motley crew.
Ring a ring a roses a posy full of dread
Stop eating out of the basket of despair
And stop trying to turn our rivers red.
I have a solution let's all paint the world
Bright pink,
And run around stark naked, what would
Your neighbours think.

Mist on the lake  slowly forms
Then covers meadow green
Echoing silence,oh so serene
Morning chorus,crack of dawn
Sun coming up a new day is born.

Door opened in she fell
With a bloodied face
I knew she wasn't well.
This lovely lady who
Oozed such charm,
Who was the person
Who could do her harm.
Why had this lady
Rang my bell,
Did she have something she wanted to tell.
Who was this woman who
Had entered my life,
Being confused I think I might
Have murdered my wife.

Me and my mate said its not to late
To do some countryside art.
So we took some paint and a big brush
Always knowing that someone would kick up a fuss
We painted his cows pink
We painted his sheep yellow
You could safely say the farmer wasn't a happy fellow
We painted trees white,all his hens blue
Into the night we still had lots to do.
The countryside is a fun place to be
When your painting everything you can see.
Constable put it to canvas set firmly in time
A constable came to arrest us for committing a crime
Countryside art might not be for all
But when you think of it,it was a good call

Wandered lonely as a loon
With a  baked bean tin
And a silvery spoon
Kings and queens would
Bow to me
I was the happy,chirpy enemy
Singing all dancing happy chap
I'm a nuclear bomb in a bowler hat
They would cry with laughter
Seemingly having fun
I was the jester holding the gun
Cyanide I was, they felt the love
Laughter and happiness became like a glove

Drunk driver killed me the car
My Engine faded away
I cannot enjoy the traffic
No more can I come out to play.
No more can I enjoy the speed,
A fool sat behind my wheel
Now I'm just a piece of scrap
It's not the proper way to feel.

Candy apple rain
Sweetness in those lips,
Picture of you did
Launch a thousand ships.
My sweet little, Lady Luck
The woman of my dream.
You could never end up
In Edvard munches scream.
They you were inside a frame
Decorating my papered wall,
Im still dreaming that one sunny day,
That you might give me a call.
Candy apple rain
Blossoming everyday
Pleasure from your poster
Pleased me in just that perfect way.