Disaster Strikes Lyrics

The scene shifts back to Job who's set for work in suit and tie

Ready for another diligent day's nine-to-five

Investing the talent he's been given in this life

He's a multi-billionaire but he still tries to get the small things right

Poor soul! He's no suspicion of his impending plight

Defencelessly he sits in the satanic sniper's sights

He's blissfully unaware that he'll be bankrupt by tonight

Because of a bigger battle being waged in heaven's height

It's an ordinary day till suddenly disaster strikes

Lucifer deploys Hell's Angels – I'm not talking motorbikes

It's a diabolic blitzkrieg quicker than the Third Reich's

The worst evil's efficient banal and businesslike

But let's give Job the businessman the final chance to take stock

Of his riches while they're his—before it strikes nine o'clock

His state-of-the-art offices robotic high-tech factory blocks;

His aquaponic agriculture and organic free-range flocks;

His portfolio (proportioned perfectly) of global shares and stocks--

But now the clock strikes nine and an uninvited someone knocks…