Lyrics:

Oh my god

There's millions of them!


I've seen a fire start in frisco

The day that the earth quaked

I've seen buildings a-blazing

Throwing up in flames


I heard men, women and children

Crying out to their God for mercy

But their God didn't listen

So they were burned alive


They went down, down, deep underground

In the great disaster


I was hanging out in berlin

In the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty nine

I've seen hitler's storm troopers

March right across the maginot line


I've seen two world wars

I've seen men send rockets out into space

I foresee a holocaust

An angel of death descending to destroy the human race


Down, down, deep undergound

A great disaster


In the sixteenth century there was a french philosopher

By the name of nostradamus

Who prophesised that in the late twentieth century

An angel of death shall waste this land


A holocaust the likes of which

This planet had never seen

Now, I ask you

Do you believe this to be true?


I was standing by the bedside

The night that my father died

He was crying out in pain

To his God he said, 'have mercy, mercy!'


His body was riddled with a disease

Unknown to man so he expected no cure

But before he died that night

He was lost, insane


He went down, down, deep underground

A great disaster


You'll go down, down, deep underground

A great disaster


I think they've got now!



Angel of death (lynott, wharton) [lorelei version]

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I was hanging round in frisco

In the year of one hundred and nineteen six

When I heard about the earthquake

The world trembled from within


I saw the fire ragin

Through all that time I heard people dying

They went down, down, deep underground

In the great disaster


I was hanging out in berline

In the year one hundred nineteen and thirty nine

I've seen hitler's storm troopers

March right across the maginot line


I've seen men run away crying 'gas!'

Right in front of their throats

I wouldn't think that I was squeezing

They went down, down, deep underground a great disaster


I was standing at the bedside

That night my father died

I could see him crying for mercy

A disease had got his body


I was afraid then

As I am now

The lord did not hear him

He went anyhow


He went down, down, deep underground

It was a disaster

I will go down, down, underground

To meet my master


Down, down