| Rivetin' worldwinds rippin' the world | |
| Women and children wait a minute we're all in jeapordy [x2] | |
| [Chorus 2: said along with chorus 1 repeat x1] | |
| The rains incessant prattle rides restless in the saddle, | |
| A land of a million horses power trotting to the pattern | |
| The rains incessant prattle | |
| Marches on & on & on & on & on & on & on &on | |
| [Lateef] | |
| It began at sea | |
| Three cross currents concurrently | |
| Creating the mother of all tempests to be | |
| Enter percipitation and Ioniozation | |
| The cloud cover hovered 'round ten thousand feet | |
| They sent it swiftly to meet | |
| The oceans waves peaks | |
| Along the jet stream | |
| Bars of fog sparkin', rollin, and pourin | |
| Needles of rain | |
| Thunderin' like god bowlin' lane | |
| [Lyrics Born] | |
| Crashing and Clapping | |
| The master craftsman passionately | |
| Expressing his anger as angst | |
| And flashes of rain | |
| Insanity and fascinating | |
| Irrationally lashing out | |
| Fashioning from his magesic means | |
| Patters and waves | |
| Gravity couldn't tame | |
| Battering seas with scenes | |
| The skies were stained | |
| With the light white panes | |
| Of lightening veins | |
| By the grey clouds | |
| With grey silk ingrained | |
| Devastatin' [x2] | |
| Devastation [x1] | |
| [Lateef] | |
| The Baltic, Bulboous ,Cumlous | |
| Looked more like swabs of cottoon in a charcoal dip | |
| Stretched across all four tips of the horizion | |
| Yet it's movement was swift | |
| But there seemed to be a shift | |
| The squall paused | |
| With an oddness and stillness that felt | |
| ....Ominous | |
| [Lryrics Born] | |
| Now if the storm was the servant | |
| And near the earths surface | |
| The congregation was stirrin', nervous, swervin' | |
| Like a burnin' furnace yearnin' | |
| It was churnin', peturbed | |
| And quite determined to be heard | |
| [Begin alt w/Lateef] | |
| So the ocean floor burst | |
| The earthquake merged | |
| And formed a network of cooridors | |
| Which made the earth porous | |
| The forch surged forth | |
| The surf roared | |
| And the stormin surf above | |
| It assumed the same course | |
| Now the rain poured water | |
| And the basin toward corners | |
| And they both aimed toward the northern Califorina Shores | |
| And as the wind whispered warning | |
| The ground hinted authority | |
| The long shoremen lean | |
| Foreward oars | |
| Lower corner | |
| It's quadruples in proportion | |
| He was floored | |
| By his formal introduction to the force! | |
| Devastatin'! | |
| Riveting whirlwinds [Chorus x3] | |
| At the same time Rains incessant pattern [Chorus x4] | |
| [Lyrics Born] | |
| That afternoon the appatite of the catasrophe beast cooled | |
| Began by snackin' on the panoramic view | |
| Population of people | |
| Every single house was feeble | |
| In the eye of mouth of the storm | |
| The needle of the richtor scale teeterd and trembled | |
| So beautifully warm, Picturesque | |
| Hail shot through the window ceil | |
| The glass splinters sailed | |
| Through the innards | |
| Of little Children | |
| Waitin for dinner | |
| They entered and exited | |
| The earth split like god flesh | |
| And them engulfed two whole blocks | |
| The roofs blew off like screw off tops | |
| The school of the arts, the schooner docks | |
| Plus huge supermarkets | |
| And all its human contents | |
| Uprooted and scooped on top | |
| Like Duplo blocks | |
| Now few alive to announce | |
| The true accounts what really amounts | |
| To rumor mills spouted huge amounts and dollar damage | |
| The doom, the trials, the tribulations | |
| Who can do with out the balance between life and total devastation | |
| [Lateef] | |
| Everything aroound you shakin' | |
| And you quakin' | |
| And you feel the rockin of the foundation | |
| Is made a slave to vibration | |
| Then down you go | |
| Your minds been slow | |
| Around you so | |
| Dishes flying out of the kitchen cabinet do'(door) | |
| A few crashin' when they smashin' the windows | |
| Thats when you recognize isn't just the terror in your eyes | |
| Or the fear between your ears | |
| It's the thunderin' and the rumblin' | |
| Is it over you're now wonderin' | |
| That's when the telephone poll | |
| Rips through the roof | |
| And adds the wide stake to your livin' room | |
| Natures heavy burden is now pass along to you | |
| Your house heaves and pulls | |
| You watch the house next door | |
| Swallowed by a sinkhole | |
| It's outta coontrol, whoa! | |
| Rivetin' worldwinds rippin the world, | |
| Women and children wait a minute were all in jeapordy [x2] | |
| The wind brought the rain, the rain cleared the lane, | |
| And still made room for more rockin' | |
| The quake shook the state, the state took the bait, | |
| And sank, and still made room for more rockin [echos] | |
| [Alt w/Lateef, begin Lyrics Born] | |
| It's like the bible says | |
| The Final days | |
| The tidal wave | |
| The earth to quake | |
| The storm to raise | |
| Simultaneously | |
| Smack the land mass | |
| Bordering | |
| Cal-i-for-ni-a | |
| The pourin' rain | |
| The Smoke and flame | |
| The earth a gaping opening | |
| From growin' pains | |
| Broken main regurgatitin' | |
| Automatin' | |
| Pain | |
| You're off and daughter screams in vain | |
| The black became a rectangular lake | |
| Some people greivin', neighborhoods that hydroplane | |
| Heaven heavin', kept repeatin' | |
| Passenger and everybody try to escape | |
| On half a tank | |
| Hearts palpitate | |
| Valves breakin | |
| Cal state | |
| Fault line | |
| Open wide | |
| Ya fall flyin' | |
| Clothesline | |
| (??) car | |
| Blindsided by a semi | |
| Fallin' | |
| Cascadin' | |
| Golden gate | |
| Girders | |
| Following you | |
| Spiraling down the hemmoraging falls | |
| Devastatin! [x1] | |
| Devastatin! [x1] |
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