American Gothic

They call me a doomsday day preacher boy
Who only wants is to see people die
They say that I should confess
That my life is a mess
And my head is real real gone
 
there's no time to repent your sins
Your gonna die with your kin
Can't you see the rapture is on it's way
I'll be celebrating at the end of days
 
hurricanes and tornados bound
Sinners savaged by Satan's hounds  
rivers flowing with sinful blood
Pestilence and death  
Swallowing the earth
in a mighty flood
 
I can hear them galloping hooves a coming
Coming over the horizon
The sky is black
and the hail does fall
the past is a dream
forgotten and gone
the present only hellish pain
and the future there be none  
 
 
 
Al