How You Feelin' - Peeping Tom
Won't you come in and let's get started
This angel's fallen, so heed my calling
The wheels are rolling, the tension's growing
So join our reverend, walk into heaven
We're driving Lamborghinis and we're sipping on martinis
We're slurping our linguinis but we're spying on bikinis
We're sowing what we're reaping and we're here to set you free and
Apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how you're feeling?
We're driving Lamborghinis and we're sipping on martinis
With caviar and bling-is but we're spying on bikinis
And if that isn't good enough, we're here to set you free
Apocalypse is nearing won't you tell me how your feeling?
Apocalypse is nearing
So tell me how you feeling?
Yeah, I can hear you screaming
Oh, tell me how you feeling?
Apocalypse is nearing
So tell me how you feeling?
You're kicking and screaming
Oh, tell me how you feeling?
Kicking the cloud ... and the rain is pouring
And I don't know what's worse
Sitting here or at the back of the hearse
Upon accused
... pigeons summon
The gods are killing the...
...number twos and one
I wasn't chosen for this...
And my condolences, son
This isn't fun for anyone
Please ignore the pain and say amen
This song is stuck in my head right now. It is really catchy. Blingy rap by a righteous white dude.
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