Dc Talk - It's The End Of The World As We Know It
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane, and
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world
serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feed it off an aux, speak,
grunt, no strength. The ladder start to clatter with fear, fight down height.
Wire in a fire, representing seven games and a government for hire in a combat
site. Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your
neck. Team by team, reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped. Look at that
low plane! Fine. Then â'‚¬œ uh-oh, overflow population, common food but it'll do,
save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart
bleed, dummy with the rapture and the revered in the right. Right! You
vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight bright-light, feeling pretty psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine!
Six o'clock: TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign towers. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn. Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood
letting. Every motive escalate. Automode incinerate. Light a candle, light a
votive. Step down, step down. Watch your heel â'‚¬œ crush, crushed. Uh-oh, this
means no-fear-cavalier, renegade, steer clear! A tournament, a tournament, a
tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine!
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine!
The other night I dreamt of knives, continental drift divide. Mountains sit in
a line. Leonard Bernstein, Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly-bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam-book neck. Right? Right!
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine... I feel fine...
(It's time I had some time alone)â'‚¬¦
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world
serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feed it off an aux, speak,
grunt, no strength. The ladder start to clatter with fear, fight down height.
Wire in a fire, representing seven games and a government for hire in a combat
site. Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your
neck. Team by team, reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped. Look at that
low plane! Fine. Then â'‚¬œ uh-oh, overflow population, common food but it'll do,
save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart
bleed, dummy with the rapture and the revered in the right. Right! You
vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight bright-light, feeling pretty psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine!
Six o'clock: TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign towers. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn. Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood
letting. Every motive escalate. Automode incinerate. Light a candle, light a
votive. Step down, step down. Watch your heel â'‚¬œ crush, crushed. Uh-oh, this
means no-fear-cavalier, renegade, steer clear! A tournament, a tournament, a
tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine!
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine!
The other night I dreamt of knives, continental drift divide. Mountains sit in
a line. Leonard Bernstein, Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly-bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam-book neck. Right? Right!
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine... I feel fine...
(It's time I had some time alone)â'‚¬¦
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