Better
get outa town, now
Better
head for the hills
Don't
you dare turn around, it's a move that's guaranteed to kill
Betta
put on yo' bad sneakas
No
you don't wanna be around
There's
a bad moon a-risin', a moon that's very soon comin' down
Old
new city [do you know the new city?]
Woe,
to the city [no it don't look too pretty]
No
don't go to the city- cause you won't get no pity
from
any man, woman or child
Betta
kick off yo' bad sneakas
You're
on Hallowed Ground
Hear
the words of the Preacher- when He speaks, listen to that
sound
Storm
clouds on the horizon
Yea,
the hard rain, it's gonna fall
If
you have ears to hear, better listen when he makes that call
There
was a man who saw tomorrow, and he made this prophecy:
"The
sky will burn-it will burn at forty five degrees;
when
the fire approaches, there will be no place to hide."
Only
the chosen few will be saved from this Final Tide.