The Sneeze - Little Comets

My eyes are running out

I’ve got to think of something for

Keeping my mind off it

My teeth are coming out

I’ve got to think of something for

Keeping my mind off it

Are you ready for the sneeze?

Are you ready for the disease to come?

Separate you from your children

Man, it’s got to change

My friends are coming up to me

Telling me I’ve got to be

Keeping my mind off it

But they’re watching people

Watching telly, watching people

Telling them they’ve got to

Keep their minds off it

Fuck it

I think I’m ready for the sneeze

I am ready for the disease to come

Separate me from my children

Everyday’s the same

The last one to dawn upon it

Burn all the trees and

Drip feed the hydroponics

My dreams intensify

But you don’t seem on it

Are you ready for the disease?

Are you ready for the dope freeze?

Are you ready for the time to drop to your knees?

Are you ready for the wave rise?

Are you ready for the truth, to see it with your own eyes?

Are you ready for the check out?

Are you ready for the time, to drop with your neck out?

Are you ready for the low-down?

Are you ready for the slow down?

Are you ready for the disease?

Are you ready for the sneeze?

Are you ready for the disease to come?

Separate you from your children

Man, it’s got to change