Empty cans, plastic cups, self-esteem, and other throwaways
6AM disaster struck
Beer-stained walls in the hallway
And Paul doesn’t want to clean it up, clean it up
He wants to go to breakfast, leave the mess for the next tenants
He says trouble exists with or without us, with or without us
So just forget it and just
Party ‘til the end of the world
‘Til the end of the world
On the way to the diner, leaking oil, burning gas
Weary lungs feel a bit tighter, sterile soil and barren wastelands
And Paul won’t admit it’s us, admit it’s us
Cause he knows he could lose his job
Where he makes life harder for immigrants
He says doomsday is next with or without us, with or without us
So just forget it and just
Ignore the changes in the weather
It’s just a cycle, it’ll get better
And 97%, well it ain’t a sure thing
If it tells you something you don’t want to believe, so
Party ‘til the end of the world
‘Til the end of the world
