The World Is Ending By Brent Cobb
They say the world is ending, again
Everyone’s busy defending, their sins
I’m just sittin’ here pickin’ out a ditty
If I can’t be cleansed then I gotta stay pretty
This ‘ol world ain’t lookin’ too pretty anyhow
Might be time to clean house
Shootin’ stars out my window
Down the barrel of a gun
Ricochet off a moonbeam
Look there goes the sun
They say the world is ending, today
Everyone is still pretending, to pray
I’m just sittin’ here thinkin’ ’bout women
With my head in the clouds and the room keeps spinnin’
The creek don’t rise, the good Lord willin’ anyhow
Might be time to clean house
Shootin’ stars out my window
Down the barrel of a gun
Ricochet off a moonbeam
Who blew out the sun?
I’m just sittin’ here pickin’ out a ditty
If I can’t be cleansed I gotta stay pretty
This ‘ol world ain’t lookin’ too pretty anyhow
I’m just sittin’ here thinkin’ ’bout women
With my head in the clouds and the room keeps spinnin’
The creek don’t rise, the good Lord willin’ anyhow
Might be time to clean house
They say the world is ending
They say the world is ending, again.
