Two lawn chairs, two beers, one apocalypse.

Once and only once, when the sky is of fire
we can kick back and see and say goodbye.
The earth might shake, the thunder might break,
but from light years away, it's best to watch.
Watch it crumble, watch it blow
as everything you hate is fucked to bits.
buildings once stood tall, now laugh as they fall.
America's ego cities are particularly fun to crawl.
maybe if we're lucky, we can catch one final ignorant cry,
maybe if we plan it right, we can almost hear it die.
Third rock reduced to nothing, in the blink of an eye.
Destroyed itself, destroyed from the heavens.
1000 years of peace? Not now, not never;
I guess it's time he got even, broken promises noone will notice.
From this ball it all looks so fucked.
From this rock, the cycle starts again.