Lyrics Everybody Run - Digger Barnes

Everybody Run

The sun turns black
Like sack cloth made of goat hair
The whole moon
Turns blind red
And stars fall down to Earth
The smell of rot
Is creeping through the hot air
Time has come to end
All happiness and mirth
And the preacher says:
«Run
Run, run
Everybody run.»
So run, run
Run, run
Everybody run
Locusts
Come down upon the Earth now
Like horses with wings
And with brass blades made for war
Torturing
No matter whom or how
With stings of scorpions
And tooth of dinosaurs
And the preacher says:
«Run
Oh run, run
Everybody run.»
So run, run
Run, run
Oh everybody run
Run for your lives now everybody!
So run, run
Run, run
Oh everybody run
Run, run
Oh run, run
Oh everybody run
Run, run
Oh run, run
Oh everybody run