Fat massed angel choirs, God's Opposition Sang in competition that day My ears burnt and hurt Jay birds walked Saw them with my own eyes On the pavement, cracks were marked to be avoided Didn't trip one time It was just too big to hold Some honeypot this It's going to break It's going to pour out You're going to lose it Lose it No money in hand, no business but mine Everything multiplies Oh my chemicals, in fission Heading for a spill now The sharp moment of illumination Is the very thing It was just too big to hold Some honeypot this It's going to break It's going to pour out You're going to lose it Lose it Catch your breath, hold it carefully This comes one time There's the murmur of girls On the bus home