Hello Is anyone here? You don't get the picture Hell glows bright and clear And I'm just a cynic talking about a white-bleached sepulchre I'm bringing ants to your picnic They're feeding on a dead man's bones Countdown to tribulation, oh, oh, oh, oh Hello Isn't it clear? Have I failed to tell you? Heaven is oh so near There once was a cynic who talked about a white-bleached sepulchre I'm the bee at your picnic who stung you 'til you had to run home Countdown to occupation, oh, oh, oh, oh Countdown to salvation, oh, oh, oh, oh Hello