The news gets bleaker and bleaker
The skies above get dark
There's no birds left in the sky
No squirrels in the park
People are stockpiling food in cans
They board up their windows and doors
But we're out for a walk through the deserted streets
Nothing left in the looted stores

We won't lose our minds
When the sun fails to shine
At the onset of ominous weather
When the shit hits the fan
I'll be holding your hand
And we'll face armageddon together

Yeah, it's all doom and gloom but I whistle a tune
As we enjoy our very last sight of the moon
Someone shouts from a window, "what's wrong with your face?"
We're the last ones smiling in the human race
If we're all to be wiped out, if it ends tomorrow
What's the point filling our last hours with sorrow?
So when the tremors start and the earth is a-quiver
We'll just take off our clothes and jump in the river.