Album: Peeping Tom
Won't you come in and let's get started This angel's fallen, so heed my calling Don't you stop rolling, the tension's growing So jump high reverend, walk into heaven We're driving Lamborghini's and we're sipping on martinis We're slurping on linguini's but we're spying on bikini's We're sewing what we reap and now we're here to set you free and apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how you're feeling
Driving Lamborghini's and we're sipping on martinis With caviar and ??? but we're spying on bikinis And if that isn't good enough we're here to set you free
Apocalypse is nearing won't you tell me how you're feeling Apocalypse is nearing So tell me how you're feeling Yeah I can hear you screaming Tell me how you're feeling Apocalypse is nearing So tell me how you're feeling You're kicking and a screaming Well tell me how you're feeling
Kicking the claw in and the rain is pouring And I don't what's worse sitting here or in the back of a hearse ?? If I'm the chosen one I wasn't chosen for this ?? And my condolences son, this isn't fun for anyone Please ignore the ??? and say amen