It's the final countdown there's no place to go,
Not for the poor the weak or the slow,
You may get exception if you're rich or your fast,
But a lot will depend on what you did in the past,
Were you indifferent to your fellow mans need,
Unmoved by his plight driven on by your greed,
Or were you sympathetic did you lend an ear,
In the queue for deliverance you're right at the rear,
For the greedy and wicked will scheme to be at the fore,
But it all matters not when the world is no more.
