Omen

Something about the world today Make a boy feel a bit insane From daffodils to acid rain From 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