Thirty Eight Minutes

Clipped that butterfly's wings
now you're just the worm I always knew
flipped that bird because he sings
the fox has friends in the coop, you're through

if the missile hits, we'll all have time
to reminisce and flick our cigarettes at pantomimes
off the coast of Hawaii, the rapture will come
so get out your leis and tikis and drums

end times and good times, it's all the same
the difference comes in the prep for the game
if anyone survives, they'll know who to blame
the proof's in your pudding of what we became
Headstones and Watchmen Fan Boy


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