Omen

Something about the world today

Can make a boy feel a bit insane

Daffodils to acid rain

To Antichrist on a tidal wave

But that's alright, that's okay

I can look the other way

Upon a path of old primrose

Beyond the smoke and smoldering chrome

And the Pentagon and the fall of Rome

There lies a place I might call home

With a couple of sticks and a couple of stones

I'll dig a pit and lay my bones