© 2006 Modern Imperial Records / Dead Daisy Recordings
(Words/Music: Nathan Larson)
Ivory, you're lovely, the teeth of a priest.
Cocoa, your logo is the mark of the Beast.
I'm in the bunker , baby, waiting on the Rapture.
Hateful, but modern, we don't wear no sheets.
St. Peter, our sponsor, we're the corporate elite.
You're just a jungle, bunny, waiting on the Rapture.
We been building an ark outta bone outta golden plunder.
Pure blue-bloods need only apply.
Waiting on the Rapture.
Waiting on the Rapture.
Patience , a virtue, inaction a sin.
A system structured, so the peasant don't win.
We're makin money , honey!
Waiting for the Rapture
In terror, in weather, we 're seeking a sign:
the nector detector, I'm taking what's mine from these common minds.
Waiting for the Rapture.
Everybody get in line, take a number if you qualify.
WE GOT THEM CONFINED, BOYS : OPEN FIRE