Run from the sunnWorship all the disastersnGive yourself up to benA sacrifice to the concept of belief.nnPlagues of frogs raining down.nRivers run red, rivers run dry.nBut it's a lie and a fraud and it's coming from his mouth:nIt's coming down. It's coming down.nHe's comatose, eyes half closed,nHe's the great white hope and he's selling you a lie.nIt's a lovely day, a lovely day.nBut he's comatose, eyes half closed,nHe's the great white hope and he's selling you a lie.