On The Eve Of The Apocalypse

If our world
Is a plummeting 
basket to hell and  
the fiery blue asteroid father
hurtles toward Earth 
like a Fat Boy bomb,  
if your country is going to hell
in gasoline soaked underwear
and all the dead  
folks arise
and  waddle like drunk men 
It's time for a  b double e double r  u n
when it's too late to  gripe 
there's no better time
for a shindig,
ain't no use gettin' 
mad  on  the  eve  
of the apocalypse