| Midnight at the theatre, news is coming over
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| Of the murder of the prophet, the one we all believed in
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| Everybody’s scuttling, and everybody’s nervous
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| The man who makes the lightning has gone missing in the forest
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| And on the television comes the evil Nikki Danjo
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| Who proclaims himself the regent even though he is a rat
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| He’s got forward-sweeping eyebrows, an awful fearless forehead
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| And the scroll that he is holding tells the future of the world
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| And all the while the spider comet hurtles towards Earth
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| A pink and white calamity with an icy blue eye
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| An electric-coloured coma mane, a horrid ion tail
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| Danjo grins and grimaces like his head is on a spring
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| And now the night must lengthen to a universal sealant
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| While the oil wells in the desert burn all the oil away
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| The ruin of a wooden ship suspended between stacks of rock
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| And Nikki Danjo lives in it, as if in the Ark on Ararat
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| The dinosaurs return to the earth dressed up as stenographers
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| Committing dactylography, they copulate like dogs
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| And the ground has got so hot now that the only way to walk on it
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| Is on stilts built like chopsticks for tottering refugees
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| We reel injustice in on strings, don’t believe in anything
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| Between the jagged chimneys floats the nightmare of a moon
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| It’s down to Ennosuke, the great kabuki actor
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| To save us from the regent and put the rat to death
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| A pterodactyl cackle is lingering behind you
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| Obey the spider comet, whatever it may say |