It's getting darker and starts to rain The lone lieutenant cold and grey Lies in a hole for Christmas Day He fed his fear on bully beef Smell pass on so do the years Are you ready for the storm Look at the old brown rag-doll Lying by the Berlin Wall She has holes in her stockings Both of 'em Holes in everything Are you ready for the storm The corporal lived in Camden Town Doesn't know they've knocked it down His mother sent a leg of pork Addressed to 1984 It's getting darker and starts to rain Are you ready for the storm The old man comes and goes all night Here's a trash can painted white So now you can eat although you're blind You were a private on leave for a week Holes in your health and holes in your hope And holes in your meat It's all going blurred It wobbles, it c-r-e-e-p-s It's falling in half It's falling away It's snowing It's getting worse Are you ready for the storm