OMENS lyrics: J. Morse © 1986 I - Sunday at Six Plans were made for you well in advance So, really, you didn't have much of a chance To avoid what befell you that overcast eve When you had the premonition it was time you should leave But, as so often, you chose to ignore The importance of what your mind told you before So you were defenseless, with no bag of tricks When fate played its joke on you Sunday... Sunday at Six II - Defenseless You knew what was happening You saw it all before Yet you let the feeling pass Now you're digging your own grave Because you didn't care About her fragile heart of glass    On a dusky Sunday evening    Your fate was set in stone    Caught in a trap which you helped set    Six o'clock approaches    I hope you're not alone    But then, I guess you'll deserve just what you get And you dared show your face Without any defense To the world, it looks like suicide It really makes no sense The minutes ticking rapidly The showdown coming close Yet still you stand and face the draw Those memories, they haunt you now Don't they, little fool? The spectres are laughing, knowing that you saw the bitter end... III - Another Take Plans were made for you well in advance So here's your chance... replay the dance But, as always, you choose to ignore What's in store... you've been told before    And now the curtain rises    You've made the cast of the play    In shock, the audience waits for death    Wait a minute! What'd he say?    I think you stunned the crowd    At least, that's what it seems; they've lost their breath You dared to show your face Defenseless it seemed One simple word, an apology Defeated what you dreamed. (The first time I did a full-blown reworking of a song; this, of course, is Defenseless.)