Saturday, September 23, 2006

61 : 6/10/98 : Virus

The future is at hand my friend
they've engineered the virus
it seems the world's about to end
They might as well just fire us

‘Cause when it's out that's it man
it'll only take a couple weeks
yeah then we're really in the shit man
wait until the virus speaks

The cup brims the cup flows over
from the sands of the Sahara
to the bonny cliffs of Dover
to la Dulce Riviera

Then we'll all be gone my friend
only the prepared will be around
so sit and sing along my friend
the bastards are already underground

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here

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