Judgement Day - Steve Kilbey

I never intended to be kind of sane

I cannot remember their glass or their pain

I never expected to come here and stay

And be waiting with you for the judgment day

If I beat the odds you change the dice

If I forget you memorize

You’re one of the special and you don’t have to pay

Your dividends are coming on the judgment day

Hey some people got a lot to answer for

But you keep on going

Poor matilda hoarding her stash

Shivered on top of a bed stuffed with cash

I told her she should think about giving it away

Her option comes up on the judgment day

Who knows who’s going, who knows who’s left

Who knows why we keep on wasting our breath

Where was the shepherd when the flock went astray

He’d seen the forecast for the judgment day