Lyrics:
Jesus is white with blond hair, and blue eyes
This is judgment day
Do black people get in heaven, mommy, huh?
This is judgment day
And as leader
and fallen, the mark of the beast
The beast and the dragon are false
Weeping and mourning cry out
Scavengers feast, eating your flesh
Judgment Day
When
send me down by the scarecrow
And they say hey boy
You better picking bluebirds all day long
It's about time you really got it on
And I know you brothers
Who's next in your firing range?
Don't think too hard
You just needed a check mark from me
Didn't give you what you wanted
But these days I'm feeling
of Revelations
When the Seven Seals are broken open on the Day of Judgment
And the seven angels blow their trumpets
When the third angel blows her trumpet
are broken open on the Day of Judgment
And the seven angels blow their trumpets
When the third angel blows her trumpet
Wormwood will fall from the sky
Don't take the wrong direction passing through
Instead of deep reflection of what's true,
For it's a combination of judgments made by you
That
the environment these days
Cuz with entitlement we all became
No enlightenment so the skies be in a haze
In my judgment we ain't done enough, can't be praised
I
the environment these days
Cuz with entitlement we all became
No enlightenment so the skies be in a haze
In my judgment we ain't done enough, can't be praised
I
you further
By pointing out how the mob is the majority
The mob is the power of the mark of beast M.O.B. maybe spelled out swimmingly startling with
wouldn't know what to say
And the clock on the wall is ticking down
To Judgment Day
Lay out your bed clothes
Lay down your pounding head
By the time you
it to stand my rain and tide
On this day I make my mark
In a 100 years I want that ark
Knocking thru with this evil land
Not a living thing is
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
True blue (true blue)
'Cause I'm a jungle brother (jungle brother)
True blue (true blue)
Every day, all day, it goes down like this
(The jbeez,
never shown
Proof let alone own
A lot of props
Or hip hip pop chart
Notch on your clock is my spot
Now who got the marks?
I do
Why you little
down and I started breathing
It's never judgment day
Flip the world around seeing colors in different shades
Woooooaaaaahhh
Flip the world around seeing
Ain't no love for the rich
Only strong will survive
'Cause we live by the sword
Plus sixty degrees
For the black and the blue
For the sun, Judgment
Ain't no love for the rich
Only strong will survive
'Cause we live by the sword
Plus sixty degrees
For the black and the blue
For the sun, Judgment
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
The day of judgment's come,
And you can bet that I've been resting,
for this testing,
Digesting every word the experts say.
Erogenous zones I love you.
fucked up)
The clock is ticking down but my time is up
I'm in too deep but I'm all out of luck
My life is yours
Judgment will call
In the waiting room
In
torn away
And it's beginning to go into a slow decay
And that it's thirty-six hours past Judgment Day
Wolfman Jack, he's speaking in tongues
He's
Pray my good deeds outweigh my bad ones on judgment day
The scales of balance ain't a numbers game
By the time that roll called up yonder
I done
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