Away from all danger, in our box of lead
We're ever so glad Dad converted the shed.
The glow in the night sky tells us all's not well,
two-thirds of the country has been blown to hell
We thank you lord Jesus for making Dad rich,
It means we shaln't have to vomit and twitch
Bless all the fried children in your tender care,
and tell them we're sorry,
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