The end's not near;

It's here

Alleluia, spread the cheer

And watch the millenarians

Throw a party for a thousand years



You won't see the pious praying

They'll be too busy flaying

All the martyrs with better ways

To stop the world decaying



If you call me I won't be home

I'm hiding from the kingdom come

They can't see everything on earth

With the satellites and the roving drones



This is why hell is underground

Like a reclaimed bad part of town

We don't want to lose our souls

We're the saints who don't want to be found



The saints who don't want to be found (x  3)