Trouble Ahead

Heard it through the grapevine.
There’s a maelstrom coming round.
Some volcano, some place dormant
is really gonna shout.

Make way for the martyrs
and barricade the earth.
Our universe is restless.
An itch to ache the world.

Some say they’ve got big axes.
Spears real fine and sharp.
They say they’ll shake our planet.
And really make up smart.

But our army’s tuned up ready.
We’re fixed to mop them up.
Come that alien from the galaxy
and we’ll really cut up rough.

1982, February


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