I'm sure I'll live to see the day
Of slashing waves and fields of grey
Our world will turn a brand new leaf
Of chaos wild and rampant grief

The sun will turn and heat our stove
We can't escape, our fated cove
The men in white, they check the stars
And all they see are jailor's bars

It will be bright, that fated noon
Too hot for plants, it's coming soon
I hope you like, the realms of fire
To sell your coal, there is no buyer

The birds will die, a roasted duck
The cats will fry, all out of luck
The dogs will sing, their masters dead
The bells will ring, with all that said