Jackson Jones - Dark Day (Plague of Nations) lyrics

[Verse 1] Who can stand before Yah, lobbing Cali at the ocean Coast a clearing, hear it close, hold it fast, she lacks devotion Though she acts mad, ol' f*g it up and had it up to roses Pad her pretty grave, the gypsy slave cackles at the notion Save the wine, broken city scape, the windy plagued with locusts Smoking furnace, burn it down, highest tower made the lowest Hoing slizzy flitty flake too busy making dough to notice Bloated kitties fishy graves, this sh**ty lake a overflowing Coal and hale upon the babel apple, magma that floats it Molten gla** and plastic tabernacles scattering roach Packs of squealing running rats, ducking locust approaching Below the darkened sky, the harlot cries, gargling ocean A swarm of flies through the London sky, the coming rushing tide Shine the lust of her blister clusters, flush her rusted pride Gushing eyes, arising dust, flood arriving just in time For the lice to hike the channel, and the mice to wonder why [Refrain] For all the neon and x-mas trees Disease and the Freon, and next best things To all the kings and their peons and excess fiends Better check what y'all be on or expect these, rubberduckies For all the neon and neon and x-mas trees Diseases and the Freon, and next best things To all the kings and their peons and excess fiends Better check what y'all be on or expect these, rubberducks [Verse 2] But who can stand before Christ, plague of lice upon Paris Kerosene rain lighting ignite that wind she inherits To flare the decadence she wears singe the hair of the ferret Her marriage in ash, double edged flaming sword, who can bear it? Save the oil with a plague of flaming boils upon Rome Quaking crust to touch her lust, outweigh the spoils of her pope Her royalty choked with smoke and the soil she emotes Her blasphemy wrapped in Latin speak, turmoil she wrote Do-se-doh upon Tokyo, strings in Beijing For all the carnivals in Brazil and the places we sing The barbie dolls Mardi Gras and oddly shaking for beads Daddy's little heathen freaking Cancun and breaking for spring Who can stand before the Spirit smiling, hear it in silence Pray to see the second coming daily, end this asylum Ain't a thing to be afraid of, ask the blessed few that'll find Him The heathen screaming peace while the flaming sword'll divide em [Refrain]