[Verse 1]
Here comes the flood
Rivers of blood, baby
Here comes the quake
Evacuate while you still can
Here comes the fire
Our funeral pyre, baby
Here comes the flood
Here comes the blood bath

[Verse 2]
Here comes the fly
Fifty foot high, baby
Here comes the war
More blood and gore
Than you can stand
Here comes the race
From outer space, baby
It's all over
We're all gonna die

[Bridge, Spoken]
If the good Lord intended me to live in LA
He'd have given me a machine gun
Still, here I am, just another wortied little citizen of
This modern-day Pompeii
Waiting for the melt-down, the show-down
The Great American close-down
When that fault-line that runs right through society's fabric
Finally snaps and the whole damn thing starts unravelling
Why watch the sports channel, when you can watch CNN?
Ladies and Gentlemen, the greatest race in history
The race to end all races
In fact, the race to end history
In lane one: the San Andreas Fault
In lane two: Global Recession
In three: El Nino
In four: Chemical War
Lane five: Inter-Racial Conflict
Lane six: Auto Immune Deficiency Syndrome
On your marks. Get Set. Wait for it..... Go!
[Verse 3]
Here comes the flood
Rivers of blood, baby
Here comes the bomb
It won' t be long
Till we're all gone
Here comes the sun
Run baby run, baby
If you believe all that you read
You'll know the end is nigh
We're all gonna die!