| Burning houses, some distant screams of pain | |
| Burning people, painful and cruelly slain | |
| I'm dashing to my chair | |
| I have a few fried beans | |
| Some scrambled eggs | |
| Some bread or toast | |
| While I watch far-off people roast | |
| It's in the Morning-News | |
| I'm trying to find my shoes | |
| An airplane crashed | |
| Explosion flashed | |
| I have to carry out the trash! | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Echoes of a distant battle! | |
| Echoes of fear! | |
| Echoes of a distant battle! | |
| Still another beer? | |
| Echoes of a distant battle! | |
| Echoes! | |
| Echoes of a distant battle! | |
| Have another beer! | |
| I'm on my way to work | |
| I watch some well-dressed clerk | |
| Being robbed by some | |
| Unscrupulous bum | |
| But as I'm late I hurry on | |
| At noon I'm out to lunch | |
| But as a silly bunch | |
| Of Punks beats up | |
| A nice old chap | |
| I got to hurry for my cab | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Echoes of a distant battle! | |
| Echoes of fear! | |
| Echoes of a distant battle! | |
| Still another beer? | |
| Echoes of a distant battle! | |
| Echoes! | |
| Echoes of a distant battle! | |
| Have another beer! | |
| Burning houses, some distant screams of pain | |
| Burning people, painful and cruelly slain | |
| I cuddle to my couch | |
| I nibble some more chips | |
| The TV shows | |
| Some other's woes | |
| But that's the way that this world goes! | |
| And so I went to bed | |
| I had one final fag | |
| The fire-brigade | |
| Was much too late | |
| The neighbourhood would hesitate | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Echoes of a distant battle! | |
| Echoes of fear! | |
| Echoes of a distant battle! | |
| Still another beer? | |
| Echoes of a distant battle! | |
| Echoes! | |
| Echoes of a distant battle! | |
| Have another beer! |