Stepping out of the whipping and piercing rain, in walks a wicked clown… Violent J.
One of Death’s good friends they say (hey, look at that).
You’ve never seen a cloud that dark in the middle of the day… headed straight this way.
I hope everything’s okay.
The sky is falling. This shit’s gonna be fun, be fun, be fun
I think the sky is falling. This shit’s gonna be fun, be fun, be fun
The fucking sky is falling. This shit’s gonna be fun, be fun, be fun
I feel the wind is calling me
Spinning back down to earth riding I a tornado, lands a wicked clown…
Shaggy 2 Dope. Southwest strangla. Know to give the dead hope.
And the air is right for some impending judgement (when it rains it pours)
And judging by the looks of the sky, this might be it…
Judging by the looks of the sky.
The sky is falling. This shit’s gonna be fun, be fun, be fun
I think the sky is falling. This shit’s gonna be fun, be fun, be fun
The fucking sky is falling. This shit’s gonna be fun, be fun, be fun
I feel the wind is calling me
The sky is falling. This shit’s gonna be fun, be fun, be fun
I think the sky is falling. This shit’s gonna be fun, be fun, be fun
The fucking sky is falling. This shit’s gonna be fun, be fun, be fun
I feel the wind is calling me
