It�s in revelations one to twenty-two:
scorpions and hydra breathing fire at you,
so mark your foreheads.
Seven golden lampstands to light the fury from the sky, yeah.
i will kill your children; i know your works and labor: they can�t save you.
Throats are parched with smoke from golden censers.
rivers run with blood, wormwood to quench you from being to nothingness.
Second woe is past�look out! look out!�third one�s coming up, yeah.
seal up the righteous and screw the wicked over: it�s all over.
It�s a plague of locusts! hallelujah! it�s raining frogs!
it�s a boulder hailstorm! hahaha! it�s the wrath of god�damn.
The names are in the book�not yours. four horsemen ride the range.
hark! the herald angels� carnage.
p-p-p-p-pestilence and bloodshed wash away all your mistakes
before they cast your wretched flesh into the fiery lake�and it�s coming!
And it�s a plague of locusts!
it�s a plague of locusts!
it�s a plague of locusts!
it�s the wrath of�!