You are the clouds hanging over a smokestack
Green, pink, and yellow; beautiful, cancerous
I'm here to tell you babe
There ain't no chance for us
Down by the riverside, trout swimming backwards
She kicked off her shoes and said,
"Look they're all off to die,
And so are we."
Eschaton, it's all gone.
Eschaton, it's all gone.
My mind was raging with murderous intrigue
When she showed her smile past that
full glass of whiskey
Down at the lonely corner of my bar.
And we sat in the steeple smoking our cigarettes
I kicked the church bell to wake up the neighbors
And she called me St. John
and said, "It's all gone."
Eschaton, it's all gone.
Eschaton, it's all gone.
But my friend Stephen
Don't despair so simply.
The world keeps on spinning
Despite all your history.
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