With trembling fingers, I wrote down the name A plan full of venom, a world in a flame I slid the package in the slot of the box Finalized the timer, checked all the locks But in my dark hurry, in my wicked dream I missed one small detail of my perfect scheme. “La-la-la, boom-boom-day, soon the world will fade away... La-la-la, fire bright, I’ll be king of the night!” "Right, what’ve we got ‘ere then? Bleedin’ ‘eavy, innit? Sorter’s spittin’ ‘em out again. ‘Ave a look at that... postage unpaid. Not even a first-classer on it. Stone me, some people are right melts. Can’t send a brick for the price of a postcard, mate. Stamp it, bin it, send it back to the mug who wrote it. Next." “La-la-la, boom-boom-day, soon the world will fade away... La-la-la, watch it blow, everybody’s gonna know!” In my cold basement, I wait for the sound For the roar of the fire to shake up the ground I count every minute, I watch every hour Waiting for news of my ultimate power But the street stays so quiet, no panic in sight While the post-van drives calmly through the pale morning light. “La-la-la, boom-boom-day, soon the world will fade away... La-la-la, feel the heat, victory is gonna taste so sweet!” Then comes the doorbell, a shadow at the gate The package has arrived, though a little bit late “Return to sender” is stamped on the side My heart skips a beat, I’m bursting with pride? No... wait... I rip it open, my anger in bloom— And in a bright flash, I meet my own doom.
