C'mon Armageddon

C’mon armageddon I’m getting impatient I’ve got a lot of feelings and I’m hoping you’ll erase them I’m standing by the front door just waiting on a meteor to land If I can’t rise above it then I’d rather just be flattened where I stand C’mon resurrection I need a new direction I’ve been running round in circles trying to hide from my reflection What’s the word for a savior that’s too dumb to know he’s failed? I got nothing in my pockets but this hammer and a couple extra nails C’mon Miss America I think I’d like to marry ya We’ve got a couple years beforе we’re gonna have to bury ya I’m talking on a nеw phone shopping for your tombstone now I’ll put a dollar on your grave and baby you can pray it trickles down C'mon Mr. President, tell us where the money went I hope you didn't piss it all on prostitutes and Russian beds Don't get me wrong, all along I've been impressed That a piece of shit like you could ever learn to float above all of the rest C’mon armageddon I’m getting impatient I’ve got a lot of feelings and I’m hoping you’ll erase them I’m standing by the front door just waiting on a meteor to land If I can’t rise above it then I’d rather just be flattened where I stand