We were never meant to live past the year 2000
A great computer virus was supposed to wreck our house and
We would have to kneel before the wrath of the machines
So we all hid in basements and we stockpiled the baked beans
When will the end come?
The TV says it's on the way
Same news since I was young
But with you here in my arms
The end won't come today
We were never meant to live too long into the future
Despite medical progress there are wounds we cannot suture
We wanna vote for change but we cannot spot the difference
So on the couch we pray to Super Mario for deliverance
When will the end come?
The TV says it's on the way
Same news since I was young
But with you here in my arms
The end won't come today
We were never meant to see the morning sun
He's jealous of the moon and takes it out on everyone
The sun will cook the earth until the ocean turns to steam
And fogs up all the periscopes on navy submarines
And then we'll bake like beached whales on shores across the world
And lick the radiation so that all the boys and girls
Will grow with extra arms and legs and eyes and wager war
Against the rest of us that walk on two legs until there are none anymore
When will the end come?
The TV says it's on the way
Same news since I was young
But with you here in my arms
The end won't come today