The snails are rising
In towns and cities
In towns and cities
The snails are rising
Throughout the land
The snails are rising
It isn't pretty
The snails are rising
They're out of hand
Inside their shells
There's trouble brewing
Inside their shells
The flames are fanned
Inside their shells
The fire's fueling
Inside their shells
Revolt is planned
What do they want?
What is their creed?
To satisfy
Their endless craving?
And to assuage
Their shameless needs?
The snails are rising
The earth is trembling
The snails are rising
It's judgement day
The snails are rising
In ranks assembling
The snails are rising
Too late to pray
