A now for a musical interlude: This is 'Your Place' by Relic...
LyricsClouds rain buckshot // Bombs on the sidewalk
Dragons in the night sky // Moon's on fire
Ghosts on the highway // Darkness in the light of day
Sun's gone AWOL // Flipping the bird to us all
Killers in the cop shop // Hell's a new vacation spot
Needles in the nursery // Dracula is thirsty
Death wears a raincoat // Bankers are all flat broke
Millionaires on skid row // Counting pennies, eating crow
The Ocean's start boiling and Desert's are drowning
All the crops fail and Mountains crash down
Gonna suck the last drop of life from the ground
There's no hope for the human race...Baby, take me to your place
Robbers in the graveyard // Robots control the farm
Laboratory FrankenGrains // Rattling the food chain
Poison in the water // Lining up for slaughter
Sheep on the front line // Facing slaves on the other side
Skeletons in magazines // Tweeting their latest disease
Tobacco in the crosshairs // Smoker's get the chair
Locusts in the backyard // Beggars with a union card
Gambling for food stamps // Occupy an internment camp
We're told there's no hope without change
We're told there's no joy without pain
It'll all be over in the cold hard rain...
Here it comes again
Rabid dogs at the airport // Riots on the border
Doctors do witchcraft // Corpses on a life raft
Pope has joined the Boy Scouts // Judas's got a big mouth
Zombies on the TV // Hitchhiker in the Driver's seat
Monkeys on the front page // Suffering is all the rage
Jesus on a talk show // Lepers in the front row
Mohammed wears a switchblade // Buddha eats a hand grenade
Soldier with his head bowed // Making a flag into a shroud
All the Tides rise up, Stones fall from the sky
Earth cracks open and the Rivers run dry
Gonna be enough to make a grown man cry
There's no hope for the human race...
Baby, take me to your place
Jackals on Wall Street // Sniffing out fresh meat
Werewolves in the Boardroom // Waiting on a full moon
Demon in a Doll House // Dressed up as Mickey Mouse
Waiting out the ice-age // Seek shelter in a golden cage
Tanks roll down Main Street // Rapture has been complete
Burning Bibles in the wood stove // Keep out the cold
Butcher in the White House // No mercy in God's house
Weasel in the front pew // Big Brother knows our every move
We're told there's no hope without change
We're told there's no joy without pain
It'll all be over in the cold hard rain...
What a Great Art! Simply Masterful! So powerful! That's the way to show the Truth! Now, Let it Shine!