The end's not near; It's here Alleluia, spread the cheer And watch the millenarians Throw a party for a thousand years You won't see the pious praying They'll be too busy flaying All the martyrs with better ways To stop the world decaying If you call me I won't be home I'm hiding from the kingdom come They can't see everything on earth With the satellites and the roving drones This is why hell is underground Like a reclaimed bad part of town We don't want to lose our souls We're the saints who don't want to be found The saints who don't want to be found (x 3)
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