Its the end of the world as I know it (and I feel drunk)

I was writing songs outside of the Lostwood House. My friend Dan told us that while he was at the liquor store, a guy walked in a yelled that he wanted "pickled pigs feet and Goldschlagger." He said I should throw it into a song. I decided it would make a fun intro.

I was having one of those days. You know the kind where you pray for a comet to race out of the sky and destroy the earth. Not really hiding too much in this one...not that I ever really do.

Pickled Pigs Feet

Goldschlagger

I've got a book of food stamps

Long since expired

Like the milk in my fridge

Like my hope for humanity

God I know that humanity

Will never listen

I want to watch it end

I want to watch it burn

While listening to R.E.M.

And forgetting all the words

Well I'm praying for a wave

That's tidal, blue and true

Something big enough

to wash away

all the debt that I've accrued

Take the stories from the bars

That were close but not the truth

All the hope for true love

and the hearts that I've abused

I want to watch it end

I want to watch it burn

While singing along to REM

and forgetting all the words

I want to watch it end

I want to watch it burn

While listening to REM

and forgetting all the words

(Its the end of the world as we know it, Its the end of the world as we know it, Its the end of

world as we know it and I feel fine...)