Let's play pretend that
all of this means something
even though, the world is going
crazy and people are fighting
over dust and rubble
there's fire in the air and
we can't afford a bucket of chicken
The universal god light is
in the house and seven
angels are yelling "what the fuck!!?"
Let's all duck and cover
outside the pop up fusion food truck
cause this is the last good gig
the rumble of disarray and the ashes of good times
If this is the end times, like old times
I see myself geared up with guns and a scrappy knife
reading all the glowing signs
looking for others clinging to the bitter type of life
it's probably hard to see, but it's more comical than scary
like the Oregon trail, to die from the dirty dysentery
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