Here comes the flood

Rivers of mud, baby

Here comes the quake

Evacuate while you still can

Here comes the fire

Our funeral pyre, baby

Here comes the flood

Here comes the blood bath



Here comes the fly

Fifty foot high, baby

Here comes the war

More blood and gore

Than you can stand

Here comes the race

From outer space, baby

It's all over

We're all gonna die



If the good Lord intended me to live in L.A., He'd have given me a machine gun. Still, here I am, just another little worried citizen of this modern-day Pompeii waiting for the melt-down, the show-down, the great American close-down. When that fault-line that runs right through society's fabric finally snaps and the whole damn thing starts unravelling. Why watch the sports channel, when you can watch CNN? Ladies and Gentlemen, the greatest race in history, the race to end all races, in fact the race to end history. In lane one—the San Andreas Fault. In lane two—Global Recession. In three—El Nino. In four—Chemical War. Lane five—Inter-Racial Conflict. Lane six—Auto Immune Deficiency Syndrome. On your marks. Get Set. Wait for it ..... Go!



Here comes the flood

Rivers of blood, baby

Here comes the bomb

It won' t be long

'Til we're all gone

Here comes the sun

Run baby run, baby

If you believe all that you read

You'll know the end is nigh

We're all gonna die!