End Of The World

She’s got food stashed,
Inside her walls,
Under the floor,
Up in the ceiling,
Why do I get the feeling,
She’s living like it’s the End of the World?

He’s got a gun,
Everywhere he’s able,
Under his pillow,
Taped under the table,
Ready for Go! Perfectly stable!
He’s living like it’s the End of the World.

The kid’s all know,
Their bug-out stations,
Low crawl to the egress,
Cover the bases,
They’ve got no time for differential equations,
They’re living like it’s the End of the World.

Grandma and Grandpa,
Well, they’re gonna die.
‘Cause that ”Duck and Cover”
Shit ain’t gonna fly.
The way of the world or just building a lie?
They’re living like it’s the End of the World.

You won’t see me,
With a cart full of t.p.,
Three years worth of food,
Or a truck of Dasani,
I’ll live while I’m here and I’ll die when it’s done,
Not living like it’s the End of the World.

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