Last Big Thing
©2003 Gibbens/Weston

Everybody’s got an invitation
To the grand reception
But keep your eyes wide open
For a mass deception,
Cause it might come in sackcloth,
It might come in silks and lace,
It might have an ugly,
Might have a pretty or a kind face,
So if someone tells you where
You can be damn sure that’s not the place.

Cause you know you’re gonna know it,
No one’s gonna need to show it.
When the big show’s gonna blow
It’s just gonna go
Like lightning.

Yes, me too, I heard the rumour,
Everyone’s talking ’bout another one –
Another war, another flavour,
And a new and improved saviour.
Well, it might be bigger and better
If we threw out the spirit and just kept the letter;
And it might be a big hit
If we threw out all that forgiveness shit;
And I know we could do magic
If only our God was plastic.

You know you’re gonna know it,
No one’s gonna need to show it.
When the big show’s gonna blow
It’s just gonna go
Like lightning.

So watch out for a man with fires
He can call when he desires;
And watch out for a man of power,
He’s only got it for an hour;
And watch out for some pious
Folks who’d gladly fry us –
Us poor sinners
With a kingdom within us.
And watch out for the liars
That God knows who inspires.

Cause you know you’re gonna know it,
No one’s gonna need to show it.
When the big show’s gonna blow
It’s just gonna go
Like lightning.

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