Pandemonium ensuesSure enough fire and the dog barksLet’s get acquaintedBeen so many days or should I saySo longOn the outset jets comingPeople tend to take you awaySend me to the grip of funeralsThe pain is in each characterFacing it always doesWake up and pray tellWhere can we get offLean oneDouble up your fists for the undercutPandemonium subsidesRest assuredNo welcome wagons will be thereWhen I get home