Post-Everything

One dirty spoon Hangs from your mouth I think we're doomed So dish your doubt There's a man yelling "God is here" on the street And his megaphone crackles on every E But he still seems sure to me Your little sis Caught doing drugs Your mom's so pissed 'Cause I asked for the plug There's a man getting naked up on the roof Of the salvation army to shout out the truth Guess we all need public proof That everything Is ending quick I'm saving cans While they have kids And everyone Is coming clean To save themselves Post-everything Are you? Crisp crumbling ground You seem so calm But I'm down ten pounds With my shoes on There's a man at the corner of 3rd Street and Spring Who proclaims he's the parking lot's chief guardian So we're safe from reckoning But everything Is ending quick I'm burying cash They're out for drinks Where everyone Is coming clean To save themselves Post-everything Are you? Are you? Will you?