Drunk in east Orlando
With a pretty thing waiting home for me
I got a family in Seattle
A mom who prays on bended knee
Give him peace and give him purpose
Give him what they took from me
Now the odds of going nowhere are the odds I'd like to beat
An open letter to the pastors and politicians filled with greed
They say they have the answers
But it's a hundred dollars a seat
Now there's a war out on the desert
And there's a war inside of me
And our planet is on fire
From sea to shining to sea
It's slowly going down
But we all are bored to death
Armeggedon is going down
And no one gives a shit
Devils and angels pound on my face
But they really are not that strong
The DJ is spinning records
Terrible bands, terrible songs
Jason Smith pours me a beverage
Make it an island and make it long
He asks me about my records
And what's my inspiration for Move Along
It's all boring, it's all bullshit
But I'm glad you sang along
It's slowly going down
But we all are bored to death
Armeggedon is going down
And no one gives a shit
It's slowly going down
But we all are bored to death
Armeggedon is going down
And no one gives a shit