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Lord send down some angels And they'd better have guns Cause everybody's crazy down here On everybody's drugs Casinos, pornos, talk shows Where white trash goes to die Bum's push carts, crackhead squirrels And birds too drunk to fly Chorus: Keep dancin' it's the end of the world She said, oh baby, it's the end of the world Come on baby, it's the end of the world She said smile it's the end of the world (Repeat) And they sent down some astronauts To study our bones Through the miles of garbage Beneath all the junk that we own Carbon dating beer cans Condoms and Twinkie wrappers We were something beautiful baby What the hell happened? Chorus: (with repeat) If you were worth it they'd skin you too for new tennis shoes or a couch that fits the motif of the living room and doesn't clash with your business suit I want to be in a museum stuffed in a realistic position like I'm hunting, calling someone to buy and something way too busy to look up and see what was coming Chorus: (with repeat) I want my bones kept next to somebody with cultural significance, like Fonzy or William Shatner ha ha ha. Yeah somebody famous like Gilbert Gottfreid or the dog from Frasier. That caveman they found, he was a punk, I knew him in high school. |