I refute all allegations of bias...

but these lyrics are frickin' awesome... if they hadn't been made into a mint song already; I'd have stolen them

really go listen then spend the next day "strange omens" la la la "strange omens" ...

Strange Omens

Old Doors swing open,
Step into the night
There's a couple on a caddy
Kissing in the moonlight
A finger with a ring,
Is sneaking up her skirt,
As a tumbleweed
is kicking up the dirt

Children's voices on hallow ground
Open air, an eerie sound,
Black winged angels sing along
There's a man with a shotgun singing a song

he sings,
Strange Omens. Strange Omens.

This town's holy man
has lost his hope.
Three little girls are singing
as they skip their rope
Follow the tumbleweed
to a ghost playground
where three stone cold crucifixes
stab into the ground

Vampire rats, and virgin whores
one flashing light by the grocery store
pockets full of posies, and roses in a ring,
Ashes fall and the three girls sing:

Long ago in the year of our fathers
lived a farmer with four daughters
one wore white, two wore red,
one wore nothing, three are dead.

Strange Omens, Strange Omens.

An old man on a bench,
In the old graveyard
feeding headless birds
by his broken car
walk through the gates,
I'm all alone
sixty six paces
to the unmarked stone.

I try to picture how it'll be
when this is all that's left of me
The old man laughs,
he's looking at me,
on cue the birds look up and sing,

Strange Omens.

The old man says...

God is dead his blood is on our hands,
we try to act like we don't understand,
we see it's wrong,
we say it's fair,
and when we die he won't be there.

Strange omens, Strange omens.

Wes Craven, eat your heart out ....

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