One of the first tunes composed in Flea on a Dead Dog's mash-up style. A personal favorite with a heartwarming message about the cold, dark world.
Lyrics
They rattle on in Babylon
The temperature is going down--a sign of the times
It’s a mighty yammer marathon
A clammer for the carnal that’ll squander the mind
The set wax now a candlestick wane, so the love of many erode
Lord, don’t send the snow , send some rain
Strike a match Lord
Strike a match
The world is a block of ice
Don’t meddle in material
A callous cardiac begins a slow decompose
Ameliorate the inner man
Attenuate the frequency of worldly repose
The set wax now a candlestick wane, the love of many erode
Lord, don’t send the snow , send some rain
Strike a match Lord
Strike a match
The world is a block of ice
Jericho is renovating, leveling up
The milk and honey trading posts are dwindling down
The Steely-eyed are crowding up the autobahn
At the bottleneck take the exit now
Palisades are going up at every clustered cubicle
The straight and narrow thoroughfare is really thinning out
The flesh can suffocate the heart that seems so immovable/dedicated
But grace can resurrect the route
Strike a match Lord
Strike a match
The world is a block of ice