Well I believe that some would say

The world is cursed to bleed away

‘Cause I’ve seen things

That I cannot explain

Rivers dry up and decay just the same

But don’t forget creation calls your name

About two thousand times a day

Don’t believe the things you hear

From folks who preach the end is near

It’s not your fault, they’re in denial

Get comfortable and stay awhile

The world’s for sale, so auction all you want

Predictions all sensation for the haunt

Forget about the parking lots

You’re drinking for the love of lost memories, so take another shot

Crack a cold one

A penny for your thoughts

Read all the minds of folks you have forgot

If you don’t care

My friend that says a lot