We spent all day clubbing rabbits
Trying to rid ourselves of the latest plague
All around us folks were dropping from the dust pneumonia
Black Sunday
The Bible says it’s going to rain powder
A crow makes a nest out of barbed wire
The bigger the explosion the better chance of rainfall
Black Sunday
Black sun I can’t see you but I know you’re there
Black sun will you pass along my prayer
I’m ready for whatever is required
I’m thirsty and I’m tired
Aside from dust, you’re the only thing that comes from heaven anymore
A man took his medicine and then he died
And you can see the dark gathering on the horizon
There’s no way in hell I’m going to California
Black Sunday
credits
from February,
released February 1, 2013
Written and performed by Brendan Fitzpatrick.
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