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I was wandering down the street one night
when an angel appeared in a sickly light.
He was covered in garbage, and filth, and grease,
and he spoke of a thousand years of peace.
He said all armies will drop their weapons,
he said all cars will turn into lemons.
He said all brands of beer will fall flat,
he said all dogs will turn into cats.
War, war, war looms on our bleak horizon -
take it from me. Yeah, but peace! Peace!
Peace and a meteorite will come.
War, war, war looms on our bleak horizon -
take it from me. Yeah, but peace! Peace!
Peace and a meteorite will come.
So I put up my hands and said I'd had enough,
and I told him I didn't believe in that stuff
about the end of the world, the Apocalypse,
the Horsemen, the trumpets, and the silver ships.
But he kept blathering on about the Flood,
about the fire and brimstone, the rats and the mud,
the day when all springloaded devices unwind,
the blind become lame, and the lame become blind.
War, war, war looms on our bleak horizon -
it's always the same. Yeah, but peace! Peace!
Peace and a meteorite will come.
War, war, war looms on our bleak horizon -
our leaders are fools. Yeah, but peace! Peace!
Peace and a meteorite will come.
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