Авторы: Neil Hannon
Here comes the flood Rivers of mud, baby Here comes the quake Evacuate while you still can Here comes the fire Our funeral pyre, baby Here comes the flood Here comes the blood bath Here comes the fly Fifty foot high, baby Here comes the war More blood and gore Than you can stand Here comes the race >From outer space, baby It's all over We're all gonna die If the good Lord intended me to live in L.A., He'd have given me a = Machine gun. Still, here I am, just another little worried citizen of = This modern-day Pompeii waiting for the melt-down, the show-down, the = Great American close-down. When that fault-line that runs right through = Society's fabric finally snaps and the whole damn thing starts = Unravelling. Why watch the sports channel, when you can watch CNN? = Ladies and Gentlemen, the greatest race in History, the race to end all = Races, in fact the race to end history. In lane one - the San Andreas = Fault. In lane two - Global Recession. In three - El Nino. In four - = Chemical War. Lane five - Inter-Racial Conflict. Lane six - Auto Immune = Deficiency Syndrome. On your marks. Get Set. Wait for it ..... Go! Here comes the flood Rivers of blood, baby Here comes the bomb It won' t be long 'Til we're all gone Here comes the sun Run baby run, baby If you believe all that you read You'll know the end is nigh We're all gonna die!