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 They were curious to know about the smoke and flame They stood around outside the wall But of course there was nothing to be heard at all "My friends," he said, "We've reached our goal The threat is under firm control As long as peace and order reign I'll be damned if I can see a reason to explain Why the fear and the fire and the guns remain."