The moon looks like a tomato

And the moon looks like a tomato,
And there's a blanket over the sun,
And all the stars fall out of the sky,
One by one,
One by one,
They all fall down.
They all fall,
Fall out the,
They all fall down,
They all fall,
They can't stand,
The judgment at hand,
They all fall down,
Now.
And the wind becomes a tornado,
And all the houses built on the sand,
Will all come crashing down to the ground,
One by one,
One by one,
They all fall down.
Chorus
And a thousand reasons to never,
Take the outstretched hand of the son,
Every excuse just crumbles to dirt,
One by one,
One by one,
They all fall down.