LYRICS:
The end of days is getting closer than you think
The fire burns outside so pour yourself a drink
You know that holy water’s poison through and through
Might as well believe in God—he don’t believe in you.
Cigarettes and rosaries
Neither work too well
Don’t kill your, kill your, kill yourself
Don’t kill your, kill your, kill yourself
They say love can’t be bought, you know that talk is cheap
Save your blood, sweat, and tears. They sell that on the street.
Seven billion, trillion stars, and not one worth a damn.
They ask me for my name but I don’t know who I am
Boycotts and picket signs
Another cry for help
Don’t kill your, kill your, kill yourself
Don’t kill your, kill your, kill yourself
You are your own tomorrow,
bound to nothing else
Don’t kill your, kill your, kill yourself