It's Falling Away - The Edgar Broughton Band

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