Clutch (band) - Freakonomics lyrics

What kind of ugly are they talking about? It's just straight up cold evil What kind of nonsense are they going on about? Do they suffer from the fever? Nothing's gonna satisfy them Till it all goes Chernobyl No, nothing's ever really gonna satisfy them Until the virus goes mobile If you didn't then well now you know Outside is an army of antlers I hate to say it but I told you so Only the freaks have all the answers Red threat! Helicopters! Super-Mind-Control! Stockholm Syndrome! Love your captors! Uranium! Super-Mind-Control It's gonna rain, rain down in buckets Watch it happen, a natural fact They're gonna lose and their not gonna like it Watch it happen. Supernatural act