That one day that everything goes wrong.

Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
And he took me in and gave me breakfast

And she said, "Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover"

Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscle
I said, "Do you speak my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich

And he said, "I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover"
all i remeber from memory

He probably saw a lot of them as his life passed before his eyes.