Edgar Broughton Band It's Falling Away
It's getting darker and starts to rain
The lone lieutenant cold and grey
Lies in a hole for Christmas Day
He fed his fear on bully beef
Smell pass on so do the years
Are you ready for the storm
Look at the old brown rag-doll
Lying by the Berlin Wall
She has holes in her stockings
Both of 'em
Holes in everything
Are you ready for the storm
The corporal lived in Camden Town
Doesn't know they've knocked it down
His mother sent a leg of pork
Addressed to 1984
It's getting darker and starts to rain
Are you ready for the storm
The old man comes and goes all night
Here's a trash can painted white
So now you can eat although you're blind
You were a private on leave for a week
Holes in your health and holes in your hope
And holes in your meat
It's all going blurred
It wobbles, it c-r-e-e-p-s
It's falling in half
It's falling away
It's snowing
It's getting worse
Are you ready for the storm