Chorus:
 It's farewell to the drawing room's civilised cry
 the professors' sensible whereto and why,
 the frock coated diplomats' social aplomb,
 now matters are settled with gas and bomb.
 The work for two pianos, the brilliant stories
 of reasonable giants and remarkable fairies,
 the pictures, the ointments, the frangible wares,
 and the branches of olive are stored upstairs.
 For the Devil has broken parole and arisen,
 he has dynamited his way out of prison;
 out of the well where his Papa throws
 the rebel angel, the outcast rose.
 The behaving of man is a world of horror,
 a sedent'ry Sodom and slick Gomorrah,
 I must take charge of the liquid fire,
 and storm the cities of human desire.
 For it's order and trumpet and anger and drum!

 And power and glory command you to come.
 The fishes are silent deep in the sea,
 the skies are lit up like a Christmas tree,
 the star in the west shoots its warning cry:
 "Mankind is alive but mankind must die."
 So goodbye to the house with its wallpaper red,
 goodbye to the sheets on the warm double bed,
 goodbye to the beautiful birds on the wall,
 it's goodbye, dear heart, goodbye to you all.