It's 2012.

Well, the ants are out.
The gays are out.
Time is running out.
(It’s the end of the world.)

The ballots are in.
Fast food is in.
Sin is in.
(It’s the end of the world.)

Jesus is back,
All painted black
With his dick hanging out
Or maybe tits?
(It’s the end of the world.)

Satan’s a trip.
My mother’s a Crip.
The heirloom’s a gun
From World War One.
(It’s the end of the world
right now.)

We don’t even know how Abel died.
Could have had his brains fried.
Could have yelled and kicked and cried.
Could have found a place to hide
A bride, a ride, a house to divide—

A five-star rated stride.
(Your loan’s gonna be denied, I’ve heard.
It’s the end of the world, the end of the world.)

Well, that arrow’s got a bow.
And this bread is made of dough.
Takes a ho to know a ho.
Drop that pian-o,
Look out below,
Remember what you know.
Go.
Go.
Go!

This burning bible’s pages are curled!
My friends, can’t you see?
It’s the end of the world.