| Hold on you dont have much time
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| Find a nosebleed seat when the worlds collide
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| Cause there’s something coming from outer space
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| And i’ve got everything bet on the ace of spades
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| Harmageddon its the end of time
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| Say your last haiku and make shure it rhymes
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| Cause while nuclear winter makes your volvo rust
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| You’ll be spending forever as a handful of dust
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| Harmageddon its a soathing oil
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| You get a green glowing dinner and a pocket of soil
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| And if you close your eyescause you had to much
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| You’ve seen nothing but the creatures that are eager to touch
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| And if you turn your face to the scorching sun
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| You won’t be spending your life at the barrel of a gun
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| Harmageddon its a desert land
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| Cool down you dont have a clue
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| About things evolving and eating you
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| But when the night is glowing in the color of snot
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| You can run with the extra pair of legs you got
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| End of time there’s not much to tell
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| You get a one way ticket to the depths of hell
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| And while nuclear waste makes a stain on your shirt
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| You’ll be spending forever as a handful of dirt |