I'm Getting Kicked Out of the World

I'm getting kicked At every orifice The internet says it will Be alright And I'm pretty good at  Believing lies But this Low-grade apocalypse Has got me thinking maybe I was wrong For thinking I knew any Things at all I'm getting kicked Out of the world I'm getting kicked out of the world I'm getting kicked out of the world I'm getting kicked out of the world I'm getting lit As the kids say these days There are no consequences  To catching fire As long as you're sure you won't Have to drive Like taking the kids to school Or showing up to work Or driving back home from work It makes me tired Just thinking about it But I'm getting kicked Out of the world I'm getting kicked out of the world I'm getting kicked out of the world I'm getting kicked out of the world This Sunday In between eight and twelve In the big tall church on Liberty They're gonna shoot me into space In a personal rocket made just for me So I might end up in New York Or maybe South Australia Or Mars I'm getting kicked Out of the world I'm getting kicked out of the world I'm getting kicked out of the world I'm getting kicked out of the world This Sunday