Lyrics:

If all the people in the world camped out in your back garden
Would you write and tell the king or would you grab a tent and join 'em
I can see that all the possibilities for freedom
Could just sway your first decision to subject them all to oblivion
And do you feel your life is threatened by fabricated stories
Dreamt up by the sons of campers that you killed back in the forties
I could see that all the possibilities for conflict
Could just back up your decision to subject them all to oblivion
I can't stand the things that they do to me
I won't wait for Jesus to prove to me
When all the people in the world move out of your back garden
Would you celebrate the passing of your life as Mr. Badman
You could see that all the possibilities in peacetime
Should force a new decision don't subject them all to oblivion
I can't stand the things that they do to me
I won't wait for Jesus to prove to me
I can't stand the things that they do to me
I won't wait for Jesus to prove to me
Oh goodness, my gracious, I hope its not contagious
Although it seems its catching it's best not to get careless
Oh goodness, my gracious, I hope its not contagious
Although it seems its catching it's best not to get careless

Oblivion
Oblivion
Oblivion
Oblivion