♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ In the 16th century there was a French philosopher by the name of Nostradamus who prophesied that in the late 20th century an angel of death shall come and waste this land A holocaust the likes of which this planet has never seen Now I ask you Do you believe this to be true? I was standing at the bedside The night that my father died He was crying out in pain To his God he said Mercy, mercy His body was riddled with a disease Unknown to man So he expected no cure But before he died that night He was lost and sad Darling, keep on the ground The world is a star You can't hold on Darling, keep on the ground The world is a star You can't hold on Darling, keep on the ground The world is a star You can't hold on Darling, keep on the ground The world is a star