outside of the gates, the trucks were unloadin,
the weather was hot, a-nearly 90 degrees
the man standin' next to me, his head was explodin'
well, i was prayin' the pieces wouldn't fall on me
yea, and the locusts sang off in the distance,
yea, the locusts sang such a sweet melody
oh, the locusts sang off in the distance
and the locusts sang, and they we're singing for me.
-day of the locusts, Bob Dylan
nice job Kurpius. that things is rad.