When the rapture comes and the rich men line up with the bums and wait their turn,I shall stoke their pyre,
burn the flaming lot of them upon a fire fed by banknotes rammed right down their thieving throats and hear the screams as lifetimes filled with credit notes go up in smoke along with any dreams they had,
they don't know bad at all and think they're tough,let's see how tough they've been when I get rough and douse them all in kerosene.
When the rapture comes and the sun's no more
I'll be waiting with a Lucifer.