Doomsday

You felt a little doomsday So you hit the club on Thursday But it only made you question further Your chaotic psychic order Always lived in paradise But even angels roll the dice Smoke a cigarette or four Show up blasted at your door Fumigated your insides Whisper, nothing left to hide Knock a drink and call a car Ask your buddies where they are Situations shift again I can be your only friend So a little birdy told me Missus temple, call me Shirley