When the Wind Blows Page #8

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an all-out war situation,

and... Well, I mean,

another I... IBM... might...

might come over.

Oh, it's stuffy in these bags.

Yes.

Now you know what it

feels like to be a potato.

I should hate that,

being buried in the ground.

Oh, yes. Yes, so would I.

- Give me... cremation every time.

- Oh, me too.

We'd better just stay here and wait

for the... emergency services to arrive.

Y-y-yes. Yes, they'll... they'll take...

they'll take good care of us.

We won't have to worry about...

about a thing.

Just... Just leave

everything to them.

The governmental authorities...

will know what to do with us.

The powers that be...

will get to us in the end.

You have got the box with our medical

cards and birth certificates, haven't you?

Yes, dear, yes.

They're quite safe.

Shall we pray, dear?

- Pray?

- Yes.

Oh, crumbs. Who... Who to?

Well, God, of course.

Oh... Oh, I see.

Y-yes. If you think it... it... would be...

would be the correct thing. Hm?

- It can't do any harm, dear.

- OK.

Here goes.

Dear... sir...

No, that's wrong.

Well... How... How...

How do you start?

Oh, God...

Our help... in ages past?

That's it. Keep it up.

Almighty and most

merciful Father...

Oh, that's good.

Dearly beloved,

we are gathered...

u-u-unto thee...

I shall fear no evil.

Thy rod... and thy staff...

comfort me

all... the days...

the days of my life.

L-Lay me down... in...

in green pastures...

I... I can't remember any more.

That was nice.

I liked the bit about

the green pasture.

Oh, oh, yes, yes.

Into the valley of the

shadow of death...

No more, love.

No more.

Rockabye baby

On the tree top

When the wind blows

The cradle will rock

Oh, babe

Hate to see you fall that way

Better speak to the

powers that be today

Hey Joe, where you goin'

with that gun in your hand?

You can take your revenge

But you'll still feel bad

There must be more to

life than lucky strikes

And some unlucky ones

And folded flags and pipes

And drums

I stood in the wings with you

Our lives in the hands

of a second-rate actor

Holding the high ground

Of some old stage

Oh, babe

How do these jaded

stars get so far away?

Will they catch what

the moral had to say?

Hey Joe, where you goin' with

that dogma in your head?

You can prove your point

But your kids will still be dead

Bring down the curtain

This soap opera must surely close

Before the cold wind blows

Hey Joe, where you goin'

with that gun in your hand?

You can take your revenge

But you'll still feel bad

Bring down the curtain

This show must close

Before the cold wind blows

So rockabye baby

On the tree top

When the wind blows

The cradle will rock

There must be more to

life than lucky strikes

And some unlucky ones

And folded flags and pipes

And drums

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