May as well pull up a chair,
Let down your hair
'Cause we'll be around
When it all goes down
The picket sign,
It reads so crystal clear:
The end is near
And we'll be around
When it all goes down
My my my my,
Look what the cat dragged in
The well intentions
Grabbed with bloody hands
The future will not find us
Waiting for Godot
But I bet it finds us staying home
'Cause I don't know if I'm right,
But God forbid I'm wrong
I know that I know that I know,
But God forbid I'm wrong
The future will not find us
Waiting for Godot
But I bet it finds us,
But I bet it finds us staying home
'Cause I don't know if I'm right,
But God forbid I'm wrong
