APOCALYPSE WHEN
She is the product of a spoiled America
Live large, spend hard, and
buy what you’re told.
She swallowed everything her
daddy had given her
In one big bite, devoured it whole.
A mind ain’t worth a damn
when it’s buried in the sand;
You can’t keep up with the Kardashians.
To covet all that is seen in a glossy magazine
There must be something more…
She knows nothing of history;
Where we’re from, and how it
all came to be
Why she’s here is a mystery, but it’s just – too – late – now…
I’m real sorry to be so blunt, but I’ve got nothing in common with any of these
cunts.
I’m real sorry to be so blunt, but I’ve got nothing in common with any of these cunts.
The countdown to World War III
A date that lives in infamy.
And through it all, it turned out to be
A lie played out on MTV.
He is the product of a modern dystopia:
Work hard/play hard, and sleep when you’re old
Flew to Japan where he bought Ethiopia
A life comes cheap when legally sold.
Sing along with the band when
you’re trying to be The Man
You take your share, and get it while you can.
It’s supply and demand, but he’ll never understand
That there is something more…
A work/life balance means
shit to me
I’d rather live, ’cos that
part is meant to be
We learned nothing from
history, and it’s just – too – late – now…
I’m real sorry to be so blunt, but I’ve got nothing in common with any of these
cunts.
I’m real sorry to be so blunt, but I’ve got nothing in common with any of these cunts.
The countdown to World War III
A date that lives in infamy.
And with this vow, I pledge to thee
A life of vile complacency.
They’re shallow and awful,
deserve one another
They’re breeding and spawning, just like all the others
Now he is a father and she is a mother
It’s just – too – late - now…
I’m real sorry to be so blunt, but I’ve got nothing in common with any of these cunts.
I’m real sorry to be so blunt, but I’ve got nothing in common with any of these cunts.
The countdown to World War III
A date that lives in infamy
And now is sprung from between her knees
A screaming ball of
obscenity…
The kids of today are the bastards of tomorrow
Had you thought it through,
then it wouldn’t follow:
When your pride and joy’s a nightmare to all
Our choice is jump, or die in the fall…
