His boots are snapping twigs Hes got big boots on I can hear the earth hes crushing Hes got big, big boots on Its the fullness of his coming Splitting up the concrete The earth quakes Splitting up the concrete The earth quakes and waits I lifted up Gods dress Punched him and got in I lifted up Gods tiny dress And punched him again Its the fullness of his coming Hes stomping down, hes breaking down Hes breaking down Berlins back fence And, oh, how I fall Oh, how full Its the fullness of his coming And hes only coming for me Its the fullness of his coming Its the fullness of his coming Its the fullness of his coming Its the fullness of his coming Its the fullness of his coming Its the fullness of his coming Its the fullness of his coming
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