It’s The End Of The World On Saturday
Mam,
it’s the end of the world on Saturday.
Can
I stay up late the night before?
If
we’re all getting fried on the week-end,
There’s
no point being a bore.
Mam,
it’s the end of the world on Saturday.
The
pastor says there’ll be a Great Flood.
There’ll
be fires, and earthquakes,
And
boils & locusts & rivers of mud.
Mam,
it’s the end of the world on Saturday.
I
want to be one of the saved.
It’s
what we’ve all waited for,
The
ending that we’ve all craved.
There’ll
be no time for quips,
We’ll
squeak like pips.
It
trips off the lips,
As
our confidence dips,
When
we meet our apocalypse.
Mam,
it’s the end f the world on Saturday.
The
cataclysm is here.
Judgement
Day is coming.
No
time for trembling in fear.
For
we’ve been groomed,
Our
future has loomed.
We’ll
all be entombed,
The
ending zoomed,
As
we prepare to be doomed.
Mam,
it’s the end of the world I’m sure.
I
don’t want to be one of the sinners -
I
want to be lifted to heaven,
I
want to be one of the winners.
It
said in Ezekiel,
There’ll
be no equal,
To
the terrors,
And
the meek’ll
Inherit
the earth.
* *
* * * * *
Mam,
the earth didn’t end after all;
It’s
all been a terrible let-down.
I
thought I’d be sitting next to Jesus,
And
be one of the stars in His crown.
Mam,
it seems it just wasn’t to be:
There
wasn’t any of God’s wrath -
It’s
all just the same old same old,
There
was something wrong with the math.
I
think I can tell,
All
is still well.
There
wasn’t a death knell,
No
ringing of bells,
No
fires of hell.
Mam,
it seems the signs & portents were wrong.
The
reasons aren’t simple to capture:
The
End of Times didn’t come,
And
I wasn’t lifted up in the Rapture.
If
there’s no Second Coming,
If
we’ve all mis-read the code,
I’ll
have to take that library book back,
And
pay back that fiver I owed.
Mam,
the end of the world didn’t come in the end.
There’s
no point living in fear.
It’s
all so – disappointing,
So
Armageddon out of here.
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