In the fog there will be born a Blob Born of a poor man's thoughts ready to quell the mobs And In shapes the shapes that time creates We've seen man delay it's inevitable fate Ooh Oh you're a mess you need looking after Ooh Oh don't digress your shirts on backwards Yeah 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 Oh, oh oh Who made this mess I'm cleaning up after Oh, ooh You'd make a great natural disaster Yeah, yeah Woah ooh 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