Just a song of Gomorrah   I wonder what they did there   Must've been a bad thing   To get shot down for      Wonder how they blew it up   Or if they burned it down   Get out, get out, Mr. Lot   Don't you look around      Who gave you your orders?   Someone from the sky   I heard a voice inside my head   In the desert wind so dry      I heard a voice telling me to flee   The very same voice I always believe   Said, a lot of trouble's coming   But it don't have to come to you   I'm telling you, so you can tell   The rest what you been through      Don't you turn around, no   Don't look after you   It's not your business how it's done   You're lucky to get through      You're a good upstanding man   A credit to the flock   If you don't face straight ahead   You could not take the shock      Blew the city off the map   Left nothing there but fire   The wife of Lot got turned to salt   Because she looked behind her      Because she looked behind her   Because she looked behind her   Because she looked behind her   Because she looked behind her   Because she looked behind her