You made it It´s your last day on Earth You killed someone last night And burned down a church Oh, you made it
For what it´s worth Well, and if it all goes wrong And it looks like we´ll soon be gone Then we should all just get along And sing a song I wrote And it goes like this, it goes
Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You made it along You got a problem with me, we got a problem with y´all It can´t go on All this followin´ me shit I want to get fucked up at home Be naked, alone And turn up my phone Because this song I wrote is just so fucking sick, it goes Shoop-doo-doo, shoop-doobie-doobie-doo Wait I got something to say (What´s that? Oh shit) I forgot, wait a minute The world´s about to end so I´m gonna have to finish
I guess if it were nicer, we´d be better off innit? I haven´t got a plan, so I´m think I´m gonna wing it Naked, alone with this song I wrote and it goes like this It goes