War and d**h, the stench of fear hits the air.
Pinch yourself to check if you're still alive.
Oh how prophetic, the end of days.
So wrap in plastic your MRE's,
and grow a garden of Eden.
Sew your oats and fly. The end in nigh.
We're f**ing drunk and we're way too high
to conceive ourselves that the end is nigh.
Now I'm wasting your time and you're wasting mine,
but we sure picked a damn good day to die!
A good day to die!
Pain and loss hits you hard like a stone.
Time runs out, you feel as if you're alone.
So pick a poison and make a wish,
and do enjoy your every sip.
The night is young, and so am I,
and rumor has it, the end is nigh.
We're f**ing drunk and we're way too high
to conceive ourselves that the end is nigh.
Now I'm wasting your time and you're wasting mine,
but we sure picked a damn good day to die!
A good day to die!
War and d**h, the stench of fear hits the air.
Pinch yourself to check if you're still alive.
Oh how prophetic, the end of days.
So wrap in plastic your MRE's,
and grow a garden of Eden.
Sew your oats and fly. The end in nigh.
We're f**ing drunk and we're way too high
to conceive ourselves that the end is nigh.
Now I'm wasting your time and you're wasting mine,
but we sure picked a damn good day to die!
A damn good day to die!
A damn good day to die!
A damn good day to die!
We sure picked a damn good day to die!