"And they drove him there Like a key to a skeptic When the bills start nibbling through the door And whoa, whoa, whoa they're gone..."
Won't you come in and let's get started This angel's fallen, so heed my calling The wheels are rolling, the tension's growing So join our reverie, walk into heaven
We're driving Lamborghinis and we're sipping on martinis We're slurping on linguinis but we're spying on bikinis We're sowing what we're reaping and we're here to sell you freedom Apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how you're feeling?
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Driving Lamborghinis and we're sipping on martinis With caviar and blinis but we're spying on bikinis And if that isn't good enough, we're here to set you free Apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how your feeling?
Apocalypse is nearing So tell me how you feeling Yeah, I can hear you screaming But tell me how you feeling? Apocalypse is nearing So tell me how you feeling You're kicking and screaming But tell me how you feeling?
Kicking the cloud ... and the rain is pouring And I don't know what's worse Sitting here or at the back of the hearse Upon accused ... pigeons summon The gods are killing the... ...if I'm the chosen one I wasn't chosen for this... And my condolences, son This ain't fun for anyone Please ignore the pain and say amen