The Rapture!
It’s the rapture
and I have to work tomorrow
It’s the rapture
I gotta wake up early in the morning
It’s the rapture and I can’t stay up late
to see the arrival of the Great Savior
So I’d best repent now
and say all of my prayers
I didn’t give anything up for Lent
Oh shit! There’s garbage at the stairs
It’s the rapture and I can’t celebrate
I can’t love I can’t hate
I can’t drink or dance or swear
It’s the rapture
Who cares?
I saw it on a billboard
off the Interstate
then in a parking lot
where all the young dudes skate
It’s the rapture the crazies jacked the date
They condemned us all to their own fate
Those reprobates
and all of their nonsense
The world would be a better place
if the rapture just took them
It’s the rapture I swear they made it up
They’re drinking Flavor Aid from a plastic cup
and I won’t tip my glass
It’s the rapture?
I’ll pass