Bang, bang, bang, goes the gun. The tank wheels rattle, As they roll like cattle, This commotion... Plays in slow motion. Tick, tick, tick, goes the clock. And I ask in those hours, Can we trade bullets for flowers, But I'm hoping... 'Cause those guns are smoking. I once felt safe in my home. But amidst the panic, I scrammed for the attic, And I'm hidden... All sounds forbidden. The human race has been run. Though it took some time, They have crossed that line, Photo finishers... But there can be no winners. I've lived so long trouble free. Now little ol' me's, Stuck in World War III, And I'm despairing... At the world's sad ending. Footsteps creep down below. My demise is looming, And my heart is booming, Like thunder... I just sit and wonder.