Bad Hair Day Songtext
von Skooma Cat

I have been expecting, oh
In an awning hum
Thy name be Armageddon
When the time has come
So I stroke my tent to row
In the ev′ning sun
Through the port o' revenue
Tomorrow it′ll be gone

When coal rains down soot-veiled pinnacles Of burning piles
I'll take my gown, preach the end of things
There's no denial

All of my bananas taken
Beaten to the ground
I have risen from the ashes
To lead this world down
So, my brothers, follow me
Into a new day′s fall
In fireclouds we will commence
The cleansing of our souls


So Glorious, behold my glaring robe, immaculate
Victorious, the divine bar of soap, made me rad!

We′re hungry for salvation
We thirst for absolution
Humm Homm Kumbayea
We're hungry for salvation
We thirst for absolution
Our leader is now here

Lay eyes upon the sunrise
For it might be the last time
Mild sunshine, no bad hair day
Let the bells of perdition chime

I′m closing my case, there's nothing left to say
Any last questions? Yeah, I take that as a no
But if you feel battered, your whole world is shattered
I may have a helpful suggestion for you


No, you won′t survive to see
Elysium's dawn
Doomsday Messiah
For you no one will mourn
But I will brush my silky hair
Marvel at those gorgeous curls
Then I′ll step outside to face
This moribund world

It may seem safe to say, that Rufus's way
Of saving the day is a little snafu
But when shit hits the fan is when a decent man's plan
Will dwindle deeper as ever a diver with a scuba did do
Just grab your harmonica, sing about Deponia
And Rufus′s dream of a life more ideal
And the fact that sometimes there may
Be just one last chance to save the day
And that′s to let go and if that's so
I′m off now for real
Huzzah, he's off now for real