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