It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine



That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds,

snakes, an aeroplanes, Lenny Bruce is not afraid.

Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world

serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feed

it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, Ladder

start to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire

in a fire, representing seven games, a government

for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in

a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team

by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.

Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh,

overflow, population, common food, but it'll do. Save

yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs,

listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and

the revered and the right, right. You vitriolic,

patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty

psyched.







It's the end of the world as we know it.

It's the end of the world as we know it.

It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.>br> 



Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign

towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself

churn. Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood

letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.

Light a votive, light a candle. Step down, step down.

Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no

fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament,

tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions,

offer me alternatives and I decline.







The other night I dreamt of knives, continental

drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard

Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester

Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You

symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right.