There's something pending and it pulls like a splinter.
We breathe in summer, pray for nuclear winter.
Hope it ends with a bang, not a whimper.
Try hard to look presentable,
Drink to drown out your deepest fear:
That you'll wake up tomorrow and the world is still here.
You'll wake up tomorrow.
It goes on and on and on.
Anxious, restless. Ticking of the black box in your heart.
I'll be your best man on that special day,
The day when you say,
"Sorry that you always get the short end of the stick.
Sorry that there's no overtime or benefits."
Remember me motherfucker I'm your best man.
The wrong allegiance broke you down.