The End of The World
When I saw your purple sky, Prince
I
didn't think of beauty
I
wondered if it was the end of the world
Why?
Towers
fell
Bombs
dropped
Tanks
rolled
And
people died
Churches
declared the end is near
Again
Levees
broke
Politicians
choked
Divine
providence declared
So
no one need be scared
But
death by drowning is still awful
I
heard the thunder roll when it wasn't raining
I
saw a tree in my ceiling
My
world was crying
And
it brought new life
There
were clouds in my coffee
Clouds
in my coffee
Did you
see them?
Or
was it just me?
And
just like that we were bored in the USA
For
at least a day
Kings
and prophets fell
Temples knelled
And
we ran away from destruction
Without
it how will we function?
We
made a new hell
For
the last day
The
streets overflowed with passive aggression
Cheeto
Jesus was elected
Truth
rejected
Reality
neglected
We
really want that ending I see
Where
does friendship go to die?
The
Facebook, why?
Kill
them all
Goodbye
This
must be the end I see
No,
that's too easy
We
just can't bear to be free
The
diseased man
Motherless
starving child
The
beautiful wild
For
them
The
world ends
Again
and again
Your
Holocaust
A
local apocalypse
Foreign
genocide
Only
made us kind of cry
Sometime
Be quiet
No
riot
American
lie
These
colors don't run
Grab
your gun
It's
the end of the world as we know it
So
play house
Put
your favorite record on
Like
an American
Over
and over
Again
and again
Now
and then
I
thought it was the end
But
it never was
And
it always is
Just
depends on your 20
Isn't
that funny?
There
were clouds in my coffee
Clouds
in my coffee
And
I drank them in
The
clouds
The
clouds
A
cigar
Smoke
in your eyes
Little
lies
Tell
me sweet little lies
Tequila
sunrise
So
I can live
So
I can live
Bad
girls do it well
Take
the money and run
Face
first into the day
Son
of a bitch
I
know why you itch
To
pull the leaver
We
all have Cat Scratch
Fever
The
sky was all purple
People
running everywhere
In
the purple rain
You're
so vain
To
think you know when
The
world will end
And
to not live
Beauty's
where you find it
Not
just where you bump and grind it
We
really want that end I see
No,
we just can't stand to be free
Freedom's
just another place to hide
There
is nothing lost
Nothing
to find
I
had some dreams
There
were clouds in my coffee
Clouds
in my coffee
Still
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