Omen Omen Omen Omen,
have you vexed a door to open?
you are spilt out on the tarpin
you are split by vegan star-men

Jingle, jangle, jingle, jangle,
who is that, in whom you tangle?
gold-watched yankee under rose colored Kangol?
a pierced nip wildebeast that you must wrangle!

Pedal, pedal, pedal, pedal,
Sampson strength with each plucked petal
O! cross-eyed sculptor in to black metal
you've thrown the war, and yawned the battle

Terror, terror, terror, terror,
A child is born into a New Era
green t-shirt with Che Guevara
unto you, a child named Sara

Cryful cryful cryful cryful
the cursed mark of Cane's disciple
today's wages, tomorrow's rifle
he hates his daddy, "Mr. Trifle"

Give us this day our daily mosh
I think I'll poop in the shoes at Posh
when you ride alone, you ride with Gosh
prove to yourself that you're not lost!