I see the movement in the ocean,
Angles calling their waves,
Spirit of the air is falling to the tombstone of his grave,
All the people run in the motions,
Passion of all men reign,
I hear the angels a-calling, "Look out, boy."

Our time has come; let's kiss the cleaver,
Your god is dead - our God will never ever leave us,
Time has come, so kiss the cleaver,
Your god is dead - our God will never leave us.

We're quaking, shaking the Earth, you think we'd know by now,
We're covered under the blubber of a shiny, bronzed, fatted cow,
Please yourself; I'll make it baby,
The phlegm's caught in my lungs,
I hear the angels; I hear 'em calling, "Look out, boy."

Our time has come; let's kiss the cleaver,
Your god is dead , and our God will never ever leave us,
Time has come; let's kiss the cleaver,
Your god is dead - our God will never leave us.

Our time has come; come on, kiss the cleaver,
Your god is dead - our God will never ever leave us,
Time has come, so kiss the cleaver,
Your god is dead - our God'll never leave us.

Our time has ...
Kiss the cleaver,
Kiss the cleaver,
Kiss the cleaver,
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