It's the end of the world as we know it,
and I feel fine

That's great, it starts with an earthquake,
birds,
snakes, an aeroplanes, Lenny Bruce is
not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn
- world
serves its own needs, dummy serve your
own needs. Feed
it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength,
Ladder
start to clatter with fear fight down height.
Wire
in a fire, representing seven games, a
government
for hire and a combat site. Left of west
and coming in
a hurry with the furies breathing down
your neck. Team
by team reporters baffled, trumped,
tethered cropped.
Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh
oh,
overflow, population, common food, but
it'll do. Save
yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs,
listen to your heart bleed dummy with the
rapture and
the revered and the right, right. You
vitriolic,
patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling
pretty
psyched.

CHORUS:
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it,
and I feel fine.

Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in
foreign
towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to
yourself
churn. Locking in, uniforming, book
burning, blood
letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive
incinerate.
Light a votive, light a candle. Step down,
step down.
Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh,
this means no
fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A
tournament,
tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer
me solutions,
offer me alternatives and I decline.

CHORUS x 2
The other night I dreamt of knives,
continental
drift divide. Mountains sit in a line,
Leonard
Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce
and Lester
Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly
bean, boom! You
symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck,
right?
Right.

CHORUS x 2

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