 When the bomb comes down, when the flags go up, I'll watch for rain clouds and reach for my cup. Good afternoon, I pick up the paper but the news is dumb. Says an enemy's coming, I say let him come. I watch the war, it's my favorite show. Seems I'm always seeing somebody I know. What of the warnings? What of terror? Hey, Sarasara, good afternoon. This very morning, I walk in bed. Same time tomorrow, I could be waking dead.