THE LAST
WAVE
Give me some green fields
Some green fields of home
Green fields of anywhere
The seven hills of Rome
The city that took me stronger than storm
Where I refound my saviour
But I was love lost and worn
We’re comin’ in on the last wave
We’re comin’ in on the last wave
Besuited and clean cut
They stand at my door
Charmed by a light
As bright as the dawn
With charming ideas naïve in extreme
Fairies in the garden
Are not what they seem
They’re comin’ in on the last
wave
We’re comin’ in on the last wave
Mother Earth quakes at the sound of our roar
But battles on bravely
If you open the door
So just let her in as Rome continues to burn
With the oil of Mohammed’s men
It’s once again their turn
They’re comin’ in on the last
wave
Are we comin’ in on the last wave?
We’re comin’ in on the last wave
There’s a man with his finger
On the nuclear button
We’ve lost it, we’ve sold out
We’re a race of gluttons
They’re comin’ in on the last
wave
Are we comin’ in on the last wave?
We’re comin’ in on the last wave
Copyright Michael Coghlan 1980
Commentary
My end of the world moment. (It was the eighties!) Sprinkled with references to religion (Rome, Mormons, Mohammed) and a long tale that needs to be told one day in another format.
I used to really enjoy playing this song in a duo with Jeff Witt. I think we actually called ourselves The Last Wave for a while. Quite anthemic but its time has passed.
