This song stayed stuck in my mind from the first time I heard it back in 1980. It sounded like a nursery rhyme for Armageddon and it still does today ...

When the rich die last
Like the rabbits running 
From a lucky past
Full of shadow cunning
And the world lights up
For the final day
We will all be poor
Having had our say

Put a blanket up on the window pane
When the baby cries lullaby again
As the light goes out on the final day
For the people who never had a say

There is so much noise
There is too much heat
And the living floor
throws you off your feet
As the final day falls into the night
There is peace outside
in the narrow light

I was delighted when the YMG's rather smalloutput was re-released a few years ago. well worth the money.