Black Sabbath - Electric Funeral

Reflex in the sky warn you you’re gonna die Storm coming, you’d better hide from the atomic tide Flashes in the sky turns houses into sties Turns people into clay, radiation minds decay Robot minds of robot slaves lead them to atomic rage plastic flowers, melting sun, fading moon falls upon dying world of radiation, victims of mad frustration Burning globe of oxy’n fire, like electric funeral pyre Buildings crashing down to a cracking ground Rivers turn to wood, ice melting to flood Earth lies in death bed, clouds cry water dead Tearing life away, here’s the burning pay Electric Funeral Electric Funeral Electric Funeral Electric Funeral And so in the sky shines the electric eye supernatural king takes earth under his wing Heaven’s golden chorus sings, Hell’s angels flap their wings Evil souls fall to Hell, ever trapped in burning cells!