There, smoke turns into serpents in the air Beware, there's no sanctuary anywhere On this very spot, a great city once stood It oozed with evil but it felt so good
And here, there's lots of method in their madness dear And we're considering remaining here In this very house a giant was born With two angry eyes and one sharp black horn
The chimneys spurt flowers Where me and my friends pass the fleeting hours
Goodbye, there's no reason, there's no alibi I'll try to write you a letter from the cyclone's eye On this very day, a hundred years before They opened up the future like it was a door
The towers stretch up, the spires spiral odd Behind the vicar's gate, the sign, "Beware of God"