Now is the timenTo show that you carenYou were offered hopenBut you chose despairnnWell you won't know what hit younWhen it all comes downnYou will crawl through the rubblenOf your one-horse townnnBut beware the false prophetnWho foretells of this doomnSitting smug and complacentnIn this mansion house roomnnWell he poisoned the bride then ran off with the groomnNow he travels by night 'neath a world weary moonnnHe's a wondering minstrelnIn a bodily cut suitnResplendent with afronAnd electric lutennAnd he's speaking in riddlesnAnd he's speaking in tonguesnWhilst he plays through a fuzzboxnTo an audience of onennAnd he's speaking in riddlesnAnd he's speaking in tonguesnBut his words fall like snowflakesnWhich melt in the sunnnSo now is the timenTo show that you carenYou were offered hopenBut you chose despairnYou were offered hopenSo why choose despair?