Skapocalypse Now
A cacophonous sound echoes forth
Deep in the ground the ska gods awaken
Ending an eon of sleep
To make sure that mountains a butts are shaking
The dead rise up and skank the cities to dust
Sea to steam, sand to glass, guitars scream and symbols crash
Everyones moving, everyones grooving
This is skapocalypse now
The ground opens up to reveal
A brass born titan bright with elation
Looking for ears to enslave
His rhythms and jams will end all creation
The dead rise up and skank the cities to dust
Writer/s: The Land Before Tim
