[Verse 1]

[Laurence Beveridge:]

Wake from a memory, old as a century

Evening beckons, with its graces!

Make for the rendezvous, walk like I'm bulletproof

Start the clock!..

[Verse 2]

Code words and cagey looks, pills in a pocketbook

Keep me rollin', I say "goodbye"! (Ah!!)

Cab to the Ketahaus, big girls in bigger gowns, stale perfume...

[Pre-Chorus]

But I gotta put up with this button up skin

Held together with thread so fat it looks thin

In the light of a hundred thousand burning men

There's no wonder the booze has a taste of death's scent!

[Chorus 1]

(Oh..) Batten down the hatches, (oh..) and lock away your pride

If you're hoping to survive (oh woah, oh, oh..)

Catastrophe is calling (oh..), and we've reserved your seats

To witness your defeat.. yeah-ah-ah!

[Verse 2]

Ride into the hornets' nest, pleased I'm a welcome guest

Yes, I'm drinking.. you do the killing!

Chilled? I should hope as much, always a helpful touch

Inspires the tongue..

[Pre-Chorus]

Then I follow her out of this disco of death

And she's taking my hand as she claws off her dress

Now she opens the door, where her hostage lays bound..

[Chorus 2]

(Oh..) Batten down the hatches, (oh..) and lock away your pride

If you're hoping to survive (woah, oh, oh..)

Catastrophe is calling (oh..), and we've reserved your seats

To witness your defeat.. yeah-ah-ah!

[Bridge]

It only hits you when you turn around

Your face deflating like a circus clown

You never thought, your, sins would, come back to you (oh, oh)..

Well, it's well overdue (oh, oh)..

You try, to, fight, but it's, too, late (late, oh-oh)

Your eyes plead "save me, from this.. judgement"

(Ba da.. ba!)

[Instrumental]

(Fight! x15)

[Chorus 3]

(Oh..)

Batten down the hatches

(Oh..)

And lock away your pride

If you're hoping to survive (oh woah, oh, oh..)!

Catastrophe is calling (oh..)

And we've reserved your seats

To witness your defeat.. yeah-ah-ah!

[Chorus 4]

(Oh!)

Batten down the hatches

(Oh!)

And lock away your pride

If you're hoping to survive (oh woah, oh, oh..)!

[Kier Kemp:] Batten down, those hatches, tight..

[Laurence Beveridge:] If you're hoping to survive..

(Batten, you must be batten

It's time to batten

Batten.. down..)

([Cyrus Barrone:] Batten down, those hatches tight!!

Batten down!!

Batten down, those hatches, and lock away your pride!!)