Flown the Coop

I've flown the coop by now.
I've defied gravity somehow.
And some say aliens or worse...
And some will cry, and others curse.

I left you alone in a bowl of wrath,
Of nuclear arms and new age baths.
So, hold to me tight, my dear,
As the prince of beasts will soon appear.

When I fly, ah yeah.
When I fly, ah yeah.
When I fly, ah yeah.

Air raids and sirens are the norm.
The jungles are cold, the arctic's gone warm.
Oh, great mother church has suffered a stroke,
And Satan is in by popular vote.

So, try not to cry and try not to scream.
Just try to wake up from this terrifying dream.
Your apples of gold are hit by his darts,
And all heaven cringes as you take your mark.

When I fly, ah yeah.
When I fly, ah yeah.
When I fly, ah yeah.