[Verse 1]

In the fog, there will be born a Blob

Born of a poor man’s thoughts

Ready to quell the mobs

And in the shapes

The shapes that time creates

We’ve seen man delay

Its inevitable fate

[Bridge]

Oh, you’re a mess, you need looking after

Oh, don’t digress, your shirt's on backwards

[Verse 2]

And in the dark

There will be formed a Rock

Formed without a thought

Ready to roll and stop

And in the shapes

The shapes formed in its wake

Man proliferates

Sings a song escape

[Bridge]

Who made this mеss I’m cleaning up after

You’d make a grеat natural disaster

Woahhh

Oooooohhhhhhh

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

[Verse 3]

I fear the day the two will meet

The Rock and the Blob, they do compete

I fear the day the two will blend

The dark and the fog

The very end

The very end

The very end

The very end