The End of the World

Well, Well, Well What a ride it's been My life full up of sin and stifled wins I wonder how many corners I've pissed? How many holes I've lived in How many birds I've winked at And how many times I've fell flat on my face Coming to ya live, the last of the sunshine Demise served up on a tray, the end of our fucking days No more ring tones No more phones No more riddles to decipher No more home No more rich c*nts dictating the poor No more richards to stare at in awe Khallas' It means finished in Arabic I wonder what it's like down there? The end of the world Is coming - aint no day after Mugs have got bombs in the air Prepped for disaster Call up your friends and end Your days with some laughter Tried hard to live time To amend with my master x3 My family and friends And my friends and my family I quote now I hope now I hope now you're proud of me As the ozone peels back and peels the film off your backs The love that we have for one another will remain an infinite filament of fact What a time to be alive Put some gravy on ya potatoes What a celebratory time