The Headboys - The Shape Of Things To Come Lyrics
Ceasar's praying for rainLightning flashes aroundThe prophet is screamingHis head hits the groundYou should hear the warningIf you read the signsPlay with your own lifeBut don't play with mineThere was Moses and meWhen the wind took the changeHe hands out the menuHe moves out of rangeIf you knew the actionYou'd see you're so blindPlay with your own lifeBut donґt play with mineOh, oh, uh, oh, oh-ohThe shape of things to comeOh, oh, uh, oh, oh-ohThe shape of things to comeYou're not invited to stayYou're not intended to goCan you tell the future?I donґt think soYou should hear the warningIf you read the signsPlay with your own lifeBut don't play with mineOh, oh, uh, oh, oh-ohThe shape of things to comeOh, oh, uh, oh, oh-ohThe shape of things to comeOh, oh, uh, oh, oh-ohThe shape of things to comeOh, oh, uh, oh, oh-ohThe shape of things to comeYou live in your dreamI'll live in mineMay be tomorrowWe will collideOh, oh, uh, oh, oh-ohThe shape of things to comeOh, oh, uh, oh, oh-ohThe shape of things to comeOh, oh, uh, oh, oh-ohThe shape of things to comeOh, oh, uh, oh, oh-ohThe shape of things to come