I’m not the ripest
one in the bunch
but I think I’m going
to shine today
It’s taken me a few years
but I finally figured
out our fate
It stands several hundred
metres and it’s only
twenty years away
So let’s get our shit
together for the year
of the wave
I never quite expected to
be feeling this affected
by the stats
I thought it to be bullshit
until God sent me a telefax
It said My son
I cannot stop this
So you might as well
just relax because
this shaky mortal fortress
is about to collapse
We sure should have seen
this coming from the way
that we’ve been running
this old ship
Old Momma Nature's Colt
sir is just a twitching
in the holster at her hip
She’s been patient
with us cowards and
she’s done all in her
power not to flip
Now she’s got an itchy
finger because her
shoulder’s got a chip
All fanatics may bow their
heads and pray but
I’m only hoping
I’m only hoping
I’m only hoping someone
brings champagne