Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pale of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And we came tumbling after

Up got Jack and home we went
As fast as we could caper
And Jill came home and wrapped his head
In vinegar and paper

We crawl on hands and feet
Smell the scent of a fresh stream

We went up the hill like Jack and Jill
To fetch our ration of water
When we got to the top the bomb was dropped
We tumbled down with laughter!

Up we got with our adrenalin shock
And ran to the nearest shelter
The doors were shut they were full enough
But we are true survivors

We crawl on hands and feet
Smell the scent of a fresh stream

San Francisco's fallen down

We crawl on hands and feet
Smell the scent of a fresh stream

Space ships fill the sky with warmth and laughter
Who will go and who will stay?

Warlords. Warlocks. Wizards. Shepherds
Will you stand up, Holy Ghost?
Witches, Serpents, Superstitions
Peers and their futuristic ploys

Nosferatu, Nostradamus
Nymphs and pixies
Goblins, Demons
Crowley, Barabus
John and Peter

Space ships fill the sky with warmth and laughter
Who will go and who will stay?
Who will go and who will stay?
Who will go and who will stay?