[Verse 1]
Who can stand before Yah, lobbing Cali at the ocean
Coast a clearing, hear it close, hold it fast, she lacks devotion
Though she acts mad, ol' fag it up and had it up to roses
Pad her pretty grave, the gypsy slave cackles at the notion
Save the wine, broken city scape, the windy plagued with locusts
Smoking furnace, burn it down, highest tower made the lowest
Hoing slizzy flitty flake too busy making dough to notice
Bloated kitties fishy graves, this shitty lake a overflowing
Coal and hail upon the Babel apple, magma that floats it
Molten glass and plastic tabernacles scattering roaches
Packs of squealing running rats, ducking locust approaching
Below the darkened sky, the harlot cries, gargling ocean
A swarm of flies through the London sky, the coming rushing tide
Shine the lust of her blister clusters, flush her rusted pride
Gushing eyes, arising dust, flood arriving just in time
For the lice to hike the channel, and the mice to wonder why
[Refrain]
For all the neon and x-mas trees
Disease and the Freon, and next best things
To all the kings and their peons and excess fiends
Better check what y'all be on or expect these, rubberduckies
For all the neon and neon and x-mas trees
Diseases and the Freon, and next best things
To all the kings and their peons and excess fiends
Better check what y'all be on or expect these, rubberducks
Who can stand before Yah, lobbing Cali at the ocean
Coast a clearing, hear it close, hold it fast, she lacks devotion
Though she acts mad, ol' fag it up and had it up to roses
Pad her pretty grave, the gypsy slave cackles at the notion
Save the wine, broken city scape, the windy plagued with locusts
Smoking furnace, burn it down, highest tower made the lowest
Hoing slizzy flitty flake too busy making dough to notice
Bloated kitties fishy graves, this shitty lake a overflowing
Coal and hail upon the Babel apple, magma that floats it
Molten glass and plastic tabernacles scattering roaches
Packs of squealing running rats, ducking locust approaching
Below the darkened sky, the harlot cries, gargling ocean
A swarm of flies through the London sky, the coming rushing tide
Shine the lust of her blister clusters, flush her rusted pride
Gushing eyes, arising dust, flood arriving just in time
For the lice to hike the channel, and the mice to wonder why
[Refrain]
For all the neon and x-mas trees
Disease and the Freon, and next best things
To all the kings and their peons and excess fiends
Better check what y'all be on or expect these, rubberduckies
For all the neon and neon and x-mas trees
Diseases and the Freon, and next best things
To all the kings and their peons and excess fiends
Better check what y'all be on or expect these, rubberducks
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