The World Might Not Live Through The Night - ATMOSPHERE

You better dead those tears,

Uh, they say the end is near

And I doubt that they were talking about this can of beer

Get on the purple motorcycle and ride

We’re still trying to party like it’s 1999, times out of ten

We’re all looking at our fate like a date and we hoping that she brought her

friend

Lean on the same crutches

Like a new game plan ain’t nothing to fuck with

Pass the judgement 'pon the left hand side

Splash in the flood like you’ll never get dry

Run like the blood from a dead man’s pride

Everybody bets with they life

And lately I feel like the meal got tasty

Trying to look at what the cook’s putting in the gravy

I know I’m not crazy

I just got so much soul the devil hates me

Sing a song we will recite

Worked so long to build your life

But it could feel so wrong to feel alright

When the world might not live through the night

Sing a song we will recite

Worked so long to build your life

But it could feel so wrong to feel alright

When the world might not live through the night

We’re supposed to live in fear

Otherwise mama might see you in some prison gear

Gotta be a model civilian

And get your name printed on a bottle full of pills and

Spill your guts into a dixie cup

Give no fucks, kiss no butts

So edgy, such a rebel

Low levy, another level

But everybody want the same thing, we all want the same things

We all wanna chase dreams

Celebrate trying to maintain

With a little more time to appreciate this painting

Now pretend you’re not alone

And put your hands up in the air like a drone

Yeah, now hold 'em over your head

Like your home got invaded by the feds

Sing a song we will recite

Worked so long to build your life

But it could feel so wrong to feel alright

When the world might not live through the night

Sing a song we will recite

Worked so long to build your life

But it could feel so wrong to feel alright

When the world might not live through the night

Apocalyptic, little predictable

Opportunity, hypocritical

I got a wristband, give me access

We gonna party 'til they bomb Minneapolis

And we’ll admit that it’s not that complex

Just a big popularity contest

Working with the same tools ever since grade school

Now say a prayer for the pimp and pump the keg, dude

And if you try, you could get so high

Convinced you could kiss the sky

And that seem better than trying to be a better friend

Hold your breath in, and then dive in the decadence

I’m lucky I’m alive just to represent

And document my life in the present tense

So I’ma keep talking shit

Until mama nature kicks us off the tit

Sing a song we will recite

Worked so long to build your life

But it could feel so wrong to feel alright

When the world might not live through the night

Sing a song we will recite

Worked so long to build your life

But it could feel so wrong to feel alright

When the world might not live through the night