They were raisin hell all over earth,
when the noise got so damn loud
that it reached heaven and woke up god,
who was sleeping on a king sized cloud.
He says "how they expect a body to rest,
when they raise hell at 3 in the morn.
Damn I'm gonna kill them all, teach'em a lesson-
hey, Gabriel, blow your horn.
Gabriel grins and fingers his valves.
He says, Ooh, I'm gonna play some shit.
I been waiting so long, I got so many songs
But the music has got to fit
So tell me how you gonna do it Big G,
with fire or with flood?
You gonna plague'em with a pestilence,
or cover'em over with mud?
You gonna hit' em with a thunderbolt?
Or maybe turn off the sun?
Or reach down a big old thumb
and crush them one by one?
And god says, Gabriel, y'know, now I see
just why you stayed so small.
Why wreak my vengeance in just one way,
when I can cause'em all.
So first I'm gonna hang'em,
and watch them squirm awile.
But I think I'll do it with neckties,
so they can choke in style.
Then while they're hangin, I'll come with fire,
and fill their lungs with smoke.
But I'll let'em do it with cigarettes,
and if that dont make'em croak.
Theres poisons that I'll feed' em,
In their daily bread each day.
And they'll gulp the perservatives and eat the dyes.
And lick away the pesticide spray.
Then I'll destroy their mortal souls,
and like serpents they're gonna crawl.
For a puff of grass or a line of coke,
Or a sip of alchol.
And I'll bend their backs and break their minds,
By givin' em prizes to chase.
And they'll sweat and they'll be strainin for that golden ring.
And they'll die while runnin that race.
And the thought of being fat or old
Is gonna scare' em right out of their wits.
And if there's any left-well, they'll,
munch each other,
Or blow each other to bits.
Anyway, they've sown their poison seeds
And this is the crop they're gonna reap
And Gabriel put away his horn
And god went back to sleep.......
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