we’re totally fucked
there’s nothing we can do to stop the nuclear war
nothing we can say to form a truce
so it seems that our only option left
is to drink till we forget that we ever had anything left to lose


so lets all party like it’s the last party ever
because it is, at least for most of us
go out like you’ll never get another hangover
cuz chances are you’re never waking up
there she is, an angel on the dance floor
and i’m wondering how exactly did it ever come to this
i hold her tightly in my arms but still the though persists:
is she just settling for less because it’s the apocalypse?
i don’t know, and i guess it doesn’t matter
to overthink right now would be a waste
i’ll lick my lips cuz its for sure that a gigantic nuclear
explosion will obliterate her taste


so lets all party like it’s the last party ever
because it is, at least for most of us
go out like you’ll never get another hangover
cuz chances are you’re never waking up