Apocalypse Fatigue

Apocalypse fatigue, ain’t really what you need
Inflation, elation … then such deflation
If you think about it … we’re on high-way-of-shit
Begging for a full stop or exclamation
Morons to the left, shills to the right
The centre a great dead nation
I want it all to go
Down Down Down
Instead it just goes
On and On and On and On and On and On and On
Halley’s Comet please Y2K me to my knees
Mayan Prophecy rid me of this dis-ease
Surely this gravy train must have a final station
On this endless tour of degradation
I want it all to go
Down Down Down
Instead it just goes
On and On and On and On and On and On and On