They say the world is ending
And the oceans are dying
And here we are pretending that the sky isn't falling
I feel that second chances are already said and done
Can't help but feel we're running outta time
And if the universe
Were to tie up loose ends
I'd bag me a bad bitch
And she can bring all of her friends
Ain't no way I'm going out without a good time on my mind
Cause I can't help but feel we're running outta time
Times up
We're going
Down to
Hells door
Line up
For the rapture
We are
No more
Times up
We're going
Down to
Hells door
Line up
For the rapture
We are
No more
And now that doomsday's over
And the ozone's burning red
Next comes the hangover
And the creeping eye of dread
A million different people
All mourning the dead
Can't help but feel