Final Days of the Apocalypse - The Comet is Coming, Joshua Idehen

The men are up in cuffs

And the girls are up the duff

Most of us are lost

The space time like astronauts

Heads wound up in knots

Violence with a dash of love

And that smile won’t last for long

No one will last alone

The chip of the yellow

The skin of the darker suit

Taking that darker route

suits

While we sharpen our shoes

Make up my own bloody rules

Usually bloody rules

I’ve overpaid my bloody dues

Grey sky three points the sun

Grey sky three points the sun

Grey sky three points the sun

Into horizon’s bin

Night begins

Cool, calm and out and howling within

Wolfless charm and toothy grin

Fresh haircuts all looking trim

The inside is priceless

But the outlook is green

Outlaw and for minor wins

We are minor kings

The boy grew up and I haven’t seen him since

The finger placed him

Take it like a champ yea, take it on the chin

Follow in the footprints way back to the ruins

You’ll find a blueprint the hubrius

Walk the tiles and yards if the shoe fits

Talk of tiles and words with your loose lips

The reveller, excitements, box cooked chips

Full throtle

We all sing from the heart but not the same hymns

Better days minused by gin

Dash of

When I get rich I’ll sleep with the lights on