The Blob Songtext
von samhears

In the fog
There will be born a broth
Born of a poor man′s thoughts
Ready to quell the mobs
And in the shapes
The shapes that time creates
We've seen man delay
Its inevitable fate

Ooh

Oh you′re a mess
You need a little catastrophe

Ooh

Oh don't digress
Your shirts are backwards
Yeah


And in the dark
There will be formed a rock
Formed without a thought
Ready to roll and stop
And in the shapes
The shapes formed in its wake
Man proliferates
Sings a song escape

Oh, oh, oh

There ain't this once
I′m cleaning the bastard
Oh
You′d make a great natural disaster
Yeah
Oh
Oh
Oh

I fear the day
The two will meet
The rock and the broth
They do compete
I fear the day
The two will blend
The dark and the fog
The very end


The very end
The very end
The very end