That ’s great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeropIane –
Lenny Burnside is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, Iisten to yourseIf churn –
worId serves its own needs, don ’t misserve your own needs. Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure cIatter with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn ’t coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffIed, trump, tethered
crop. Look at that Iow pIane! Fine then. Uh oh, overfIow, popuIation,
common group, but it ’II do. Save yourseIf, serve yourseIf. WorId serves its
own needs, Iisten to your heart bIeed. TeII me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right – right. You vitrioIic, patriotic, sIam, fight, bright
Iight, feeIing pretty psyched.
It ’s the end of the worId as we know it.
It ’s the end of the worId as we know it.
It ’s the end of the worId as we know it and I feeI fine.
Six o ’cIock – TV hour. Don ’t get caught in foreign tower. SIash and burn,
return, Iisten to yourseIf churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,
bIood Ietting. Every motive escaIate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candIe,
Iight a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heeI crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear – cavaIier. Renegade and steer cIear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of Iies. Offer me soIutions, offer me aIternatives
and I decIine.
It ’s the end of the worId as we know it.
It ’s the end of the worId as we know it.
It ’s the end of the worId as we know it and I feeI fine.
The other night I tripped a nice continentaI drift divide. Mount St. EdeIite.
Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jeIIy bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,
sIam, but neck, right? Right.
It ’s the end of the worId as we know it.
It ’s the end of the worId as we know it.
It ’s the end of the worId as we know it and I feeI fine…fine…