Impending Doom

It's that time of the day where party poopers hit the hay

I walk up to the flat with no delay

I sit down on the couch, slam a couple of buds

I ain't gonna waste no time hangin' around with no duds

I'm sick and tired of all the squareheads

While me and my mates are making (sweet) sweet bread

I like to play it loose, hangin' around with Grey Goose

This is just a form of alcohol abuse

I'm always waiting on my impending doom

But when that day comes I'll be locked in my room

I'm always waiting on my impending doom

But when that day comes I'll be locked in my room

I'm done with suckers sayin' I'm not smart

I'll put a bullet in your brain and I'll call it art

We're cranking mad jams, eating green eggs and ham

Tell me once more I said I don't give a damn

You know what's a curse? (Anxiety, anxiety)

You know what'll help? (Society, society)

Depression, aggression, your facial expression

Come to my house and join the jam session

I'm always waiting on my impending doom

But when that day comes I'll be locked in my room

I'm always waiting on my impending doom

But when that day comes I'll be locked in my room

I'm always waiting on my impending doom

But when that day comes I'll be locked in my room

I'm always waiting on my impending doom

But when that day comes she'll be done with me too

Oh, I'm so done with you

I'm so done with you

Oh, I'm so done with you

I'm so done with you