Running Outta Time

They say the world is ending And the oceans are dying And here we are pretending that the sky isn't falling I feel that second chances are already said and done Can't help but feel we're running outta time And if the universe Were to tie up loose ends I'd bag me a bad bitch And she can bring all of her friends Ain't no way I'm going out without a good time on my mind Cause I can't help but feel we're running outta time Times up We're going Down to Hells door Line up For the rapture We are No more Times up We're going Down to Hells door Line up For the rapture We are No more And now that doomsday's over And the ozone's burning red Next comes the hangover And the creeping eye of dread A million different people All mourning the dead Can't help but feel