The future bass,,
The delta dregs, will wash away
We're here to play
But the PTA calls it doomsday

The future bass
Modified gut string and a washtub
Clean love, gotta make it through for a soul rub

The future bass
Battle under the August moon
In the morning dew, bodies everywhere like a human stew
The future bass, your soul will vibrate
See it on your face, there's no escape
The future bass
Bring a tear to your eyes
Black shades, and head back to the sky

The future bass
The future bass
To the body and face
There's no escape
The future bass
Your soul will vibrate
See it on your face, there's no escape
The future bass
The future bass
The future bass
The future bass
The delta dregswill wash away, there's no escape,
This is the sound
Of doomsday