Apocalypse Fatigue - Snog

Apocalypse fatigue, ain’t really what you need

Inflation, elation … then such deflation

If you think about it … we’re on high-way-of-shit

Begging for a full stop or exclamation

Morons to the left, shills to the right

The centre a great dead nation

I want it all to go

Down Down Down

Instead it just goes

On and On and On and On and On and On and On

Halley’s Comet please Y2K me to my knees

Mayan Prophecy rid me of this dis-ease

Surely this gravy train must have a final station

On this endless tour of degradation

I want it all to go

Down Down Down

Instead it just goes

On and On and On and On and On and On and On