His boots are snapping twigs He's got big boots on I can hear the earth he's crushing He's got big, big boots on It's the fullness of his coming Splitting up the concrete The earth quakes Splitting up the concrete The earth quakes and waits I lifted up God's dress Punched him and got in I lifted up God's tiny dress And punched him again It's the fullness of his coming He's stomping down, he's breaking down
He's breaking down Berlin's back fence And, oh, how I fall Oh, how full It's the fullness of his coming And he's only coming for me It's the fullness of his coming It's the fullness of his coming It's the fullness of his coming It's the fullness of his coming It's the fullness of his coming It's the fullness of his coming It's the fullness of his coming