Il testo della Evacuate

Evacuate, there is no time
We'll all be dead
On the stroke of nine
Don't play their rules
At half past eight
I want more
We'll know, it's too late

Bewildered people at king's cross station
Looking for a taxi, they won't make freedom

Council leaders
First in the shelter
They bolt the doors
To keep out the people
They all sit down
On a comfortable settee
And peer through a periscope
And guess what they see