Strange lightning last night lit up the skies.
The wise men saw it and they knew why.
The signs and the omens are everywhere.
Too few saw it, too few even care.
The prophecies of the ages are upon us, my friend.
The old and the new, the beginning, the end.
The horsemen are riding even as we sleep.
And like it as they come with promises, promises to keep.
Some say ice, some say fire.
I always speak of animal desire.
The who*e of Babylon will go down in flames,
Taking her lovers and her sycophants, and their masters and their slaves.
There will be wailing and gnashing of teeth.
There will be tears, tears, tears and oceans of grief.
And there will be silence that nobody hears,
As the dance of the naked children goes on
Through the dust of another 10,000 years.
I can feel the sap rising up and down my spine.
My thoughts are thinking things to me I can't get off my mind.
My fingertips are sensitive, my skin is feeling tight.
Must be a s**ual moon out tonight.
Pretty women at their mirrors, inching up to the fight.
Handsome men in their limosines.
With women, pretty women, on their mind.
Each one with a question "who will it be tonight?"
And there's a s**ual moon out tonight.
I will climb the highest mountain or swim the deepest sea
Just to quench the fire when it burns white hot inside of me,
Consuming my senses, my sanity and my sight.
And there's a s**ual moon out tonight.
There's a s**ual moon out tonight.