It’s a bad day, there’s somewhere you gotta be, to wake up this morning ain’t easy
But you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine, this weathered man predicts a hurricane
So I lied, there’s no hope for anyone, 22 you and the SA-10 sounds
You’ll be fine, you’ll be fine, this weathered man predicts a hurricane
You’ll be fine, you’ll be fine, this weathered man predicts a hurricane
And all of the windows went titter-tat-tat, and all of the people too embarrassed to clap
And all of the schools, the factories and farms, disappeared without a trace
And all of the fat girls big bellies burst, we mash them, we suck them, quenching our thirst
With all of the famous, the feared and forgotten, in my yummy tummy, all of you rotten
Don’t wake up, wake up
There’s no hope for anyone
Don’t wake up, wake up
There’s no point in living after all