I knew a man who lived in fear
It was huge, it was angry, it was drawing near
Behind his house a secret place
Was the shadow of the demon he could never face.
He built a wall of steel and flame
And men with guns to keep it tame
Then standing back he made it plain
That the nightmare would never ever rise again
But the fear and the fire and the guns remain.
It doesn't matter now, it's over anyhow
He tells the world that it's sleeping
But as the night came round, I heard its lonely sound
It wasn't roaring, it was weeping
It wasn't roaring, it was weeping.
And then one day the neighbours came
