Lyrics

Sittin’ here waitin’ for the world to come to an end
Everyone agrees but they just don’t know when
Waiting here and worrying they say that times are getting hard
Burying’ all of my money in the backyard
I’m fight or flight, wrong or right, I’m nervous ‘bout it day and night
Afraid of what’ll get me while I’m feeling alright
Feelin’ alright, afraid of what’ll get me while I’m
Feelin’ alright, cuz dying ain’t fun
I’m staying indoors, away from the shining sun
They say that it’ll kill ya, and dyin’ ain’t fun
Politics, world war 3, a crash in the economy,
The 6 o’clock news scares the heck out of me
I haven’t got a fingernail left on my fingers
Still afraid of what’ll get me while I’m feelin’ alright
Feelin’ alright, afraid of what’ll get me while I’m
Feelin’ alright, worry, keeping me from
Feelin’ alright, cuz dying’ ain’t fun
Worry
Fear
Microplastics
That one disease
Low soil organic matter
Corporatocracy
Your opinion
Fiscal Deficits
Morning people
Doom scrolling
Broken ecosystems
The upstairs tenants
Murder hornets
Your shade of skin tone
Building 7
Red hats
My lack of direction in life
Chemtrails
Central planners
The souls Journey
Lizard people
El chupacabra
Self checkouts
Other peoples private life
Vinyl chloride spills
Cat hair (breathing alright)
Extraterrestrials
Gazillionaires
Fiat money
Natos war
Unholy sinners
Death
Dyin’ ain’t fun, and I guess living ain’t much fun either
Written by: Weston Honkomp
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