This is the Ministry Of Defence Stairs and walls are all that's left
Mortar holes let through the air Kids do the same thing everywhere
They've sprayed graffiti In arabic And balanced sticks In human shit
This is the ministry of remains Fizzy drinks cans and magazines
Broken glass A white jawbone Syringes, razors A plastic spoon
Human hair A kitchen knief And a ghost of a girl Who runs and hides Scratched in the wall in Biro pen This is how the world will end
There's the bus depot To the right Levelled like A building site
Those are the children's cries from the dark These are the words written under the arch Scratched in the wall in biro pen This is how the world will end
