The World Is Ending (No One Cares) - Direct Hit!

You know you lot are all an abomination

And in an hour you’re all meeting in Hell?

Each of your sins will be counted and numbered

At the gates of heaven — Have you thought of all of the lies you can tell

To St. Peter when he asks you the question:

«Have you been saved?

Can you tell me his name?»

The wine and liquor in your throats’ll disable

Any chance you have to answer with a word that’ll win you the game

So buy a ride on the H-train to your destiny

Take a ride, an express lane to your doom

You know you lot are all lying with Satan

And in an hour you’ll be begging him «please

Give me a minute of relief from the suffering»

But he’ll only turn the fire up, and do it with the greatest of ease

And St. Peter will be laughing in heaven

A million miles gone from you and your screams

And I’ll be sitting at the feet of the father

Bring the bomb and my salvation

Time for all of this to tear from the seams

So buy a ride on the H-train to your destiny

Take a ride an express lane to your doom

Buy a ride on the H-train I’m in ecstasy

Cause when you ride that express lane, yeah you’re screwed

So walk along with your tears in your eyes

All the birds and the flies have a chance of salvation

Walk along with your fears and your cries

Realize that we’re all gonna die, it’s just a matter of patience

Walk along with your tears in your eyes

But realize that it’s not too late to repent and go to heaven

Walk along with your eyes to the ground, but I’m around —

So have a seat and give me your first and last confession