You can see the end of the world from here,
You can get the clearest view,
Of the preachers and the pedlars
Who watch on from higher ground
With their rhetoric and artillery,
Bombing hell out of those below.
Going to be the beginning of the end,
Shells flying endlessly
Until the Earth turns blood red.
The fire and the burning
Drifting columns of smoke
Will blot out the light of the sun.
But don’t worry that you won’t see
Because the tracer fire will light up the sky
Like those floodlit football games on TV.
You’ll see the end of the world from here,
It’ll be an awesome sight.
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