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The stuff that's falling from the sky really isn't rain
I put on a hat but it's eating up my brain
It's really all too late for me to explain
We messed with Mother Nature and now she's had enough
Checkmate is her final move 'cause now she's called our bluff
Not before too long you'll really start to feel
It's already there
But you just can't see it
It's up there in the air
How's it feel to breathe it?
No matter what we do
Regardless of the tears
Fallout
Fallout
Fall-la-la-la-la-la-lout
The stuff that's falling from the sky really isn't rain
I put on a hat but it's eating up my brain
It's really all too late for me to explain
Sirens cried a warning but it's really all in vain
We messed with Mother Nature and now she's had enough
Checkmate is her final move 'cause now she's called our bluff
Not before too long you'll really start to feel
Something's really wrong as your skin will start to peel
Written by: Cliff Roman, JOHN P DENNEY
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