Said, it's the end of days And we’re just hoping for the beach front property Knowing indecision daring some asshole to take a swing Got eight hundred dollars to my name Not sure what it means Trying to take these bastards for a quarter of a million Despite your Mom’s protesting If every city is the same Doom and gloom under a different name Maybe we should find our home in one I hate the rhythm of our lives these days Stare into a dead space, shouting at my phone Ducking in my seat 'cause someone brought a bag into the movie theater Everyone shrugs at the same time Yeah, yeah, we know you’re sick and sad the 30 somethings in a bar Play us some nostalgia songs 'Cause no one really wants to hear about you anymore, I know If every city is the same Doom and gloom under a different name Maybe we should find our home in one We argue and assign the blame Not like any of us feel the shame Count on one hand all the good we’ve done Said, it's the end of days And you’re still pissing in the wind Don’t believe in God Figure he’d be a better planner than this I’m tired anyway Why the hell would I care? I’m tired anyway If every city is the same Doom and gloom under a different name Maybe we should find our home in one We argue and assign the blame Not like any of us feel the shame Count on one hand all the good we’ve done I'm tired anyway Why the hell would I care? I'm tired anyway