Everybody Run - Digger Barnes

The sun turns black

Like sack cloth made of goat hair

The whole moon

Turns blind red

And stars fall down to Earth

The smell of rot

Is creeping through the hot air

Time has come to end

All happiness and mirth

And the preacher says:

«Run

Run, run

Everybody run.»

So run, run

Run, run

Everybody run

Locusts

Come down upon the Earth now

Like horses with wings

And with brass blades made for war

Torturing

No matter whom or how

With stings of scorpions

And tooth of dinosaurs

And the preacher says:

«Run

Oh run, run

Everybody run.»

So run, run

Run, run

Oh everybody run

Run for your lives now everybody!

So run, run

Run, run

Oh everybody run

Run, run

Oh run, run

Oh everybody run

Run, run

Oh run, run

Oh everybody run