Newspapers blow across the park The last living dog somewhere in the distance Gnawing on the corpse of the rotten planet Earth Driving your car through piles of twisted metal and dirt How can you sit there and grin? After all, it was you who let the bastards in No shame or remorse You sold me down the river To ingratiate yourself with the ones you want to be with Your shiny new best friends It's not as if you didn't know it's the means to an end Too late to lock the door Way too late to offer compassion to the poor And still you look to save yourself Don't keep saying 'What kind of God could let this happen?!' We're perfectly capable Of being destructive all by ourselves No one else needed, no one else It's the end, the end 'This is Nick Barrett, 53, Swindon... Swindon Signing off, thank you and good night I only tried to let the light flow through the darkness Light beats darkness every time The light of God must shine through Nothing can stop that I hope you're happy Happiness isn't where you think it is I hope you're happy...'