Tiny Apocalypse

Raise up, shake them lazy bones

Read the t-shirt but still don't understand

Comin' home with a little apocalypse

It comes, now do you have time for this?

A 3-tone carpet and a Jackie Chan spear

Lookin' at a hairdo and a belly full of beer

Well, I ain't no poet, ain't got no rhyme

But I got me a car and I know how to drive

In the event of pressure loss

All our lines are busy now

I will be laughing out

Loud anyhow

Every day a little apocalypse

Lay down, lay down next to this

Lookin' at the body, well I don't even know his name

Call me in the mornin', was a friend of mine

Well, the wind so strong, it's blowin' us all around

Wind so strong, nobody settle down

Every day, another apocalypse

Had a TV but I don't know how deep it is

Please read the print advisory

Would you like to go ahead?

Dancin' wherever she goes

Tippy toes

Rhetorical, memorial

Invisible, incredible

Unstoppable, emotional

Illogical, sensational

Little sister gotta take her medicine

Baby brother, gonna do it all again

Runnin' fast but cannot catch the bus

Funny feelin', this is part of us

And you must take your medicine

Getting better every day

Good for a limited time

Feelin' fine

We will return your things to you

When it's time for you to leave

So quiet nobody knows

Tippy toes