Hearts beat and clocks tick.
We fly like time and land like bricks.
Buckets of grain, barrels of rice,
it’s starting to rain floods of advice.
The preachers pray that it will fall their way on Judgement Day.
The world say people and the dog say fleas
and the dog scratch as the world disease.
The world it spins while the pond sits still
and God only knows te thrill of the kill.
Some they say that it’s not nature’s way Judgement Day.
The radio knows for whom the Bell tolls
and they light up the lines on the flashlights are sold.
Some say maybe so, maybe no,
Everybody’s talking, but nobody knows.
And the pendulum sway from it will be OK to Judgment Day.
Speak of the devil, live a little,
The future causes like a broken fiddle.
I bet we do what we do and not what’s done
And the harder the fall the better the fun.
I say Andale! Andale! Yepa! Yepa! Olay! Judgement Day