Took one look outside my door, said "fuck it"
I've made my mind right up, I'm not budgin'
In the sky I could see a set of digital clock numbers
How'd it get there? Outer space dudes, probably
Ooh, it's unreal
How it hovers in the air and I feel
That what I see is the apocalypse seal
It started at seven days, down it reels
Cause it's a countdown, to what is a mys'try
Brain's flowin', but so far there's diddly
Blow up the whole world? That's likely
I'm sold on that guess, I'm slightly floored
I'm feelin' ill
Cause in the sky, a death clock chills
Had plans in the tank, trash 'em, they're janked
Cause the worst kinda clock is one that bangs in your face
I'm like screw that, douchebag, slam the door, zoom, bang
Rest of my damn day won't be watchin' that damn clock

Playin' some games, hoppin' on a Yoshi
I'm not sorry if the threat seems ignored, please
Hard to not panic, so I must slam
All that flat with a little gamin' hobby
Or I could switch it up with jammin' in my basement
Look around the internet and watch some stacks of damn near perfect copies
Of people swearin' like crazy playin' games cause they were cocky
I won't go and be like the people runnin' around in the streets
I like my nethers inside my pants un-leathered
Whether that means I won't be starkers (oh)
Or it shows I've never sat and watched Mad Max
None of them, man, I'll keep my normal pants
Cause whatever is the fate of that weird clock up there
To be fair, I get why they would be scared
But I'll still be inside, brush my hair, eat a pear
And on occasion, look up in the air (ooh, oh-oh)

Cou-ountdown, cou-ountdown (countdown)
Cou-ountdown, cou-ountdo-o-own (countdo-own)
It might be for the end of days (hey-ey-ey-ey)
Could just be a prank by some douchefa-ace (hey-ey-ey-ey, countdown, hey-ey-ey-ey)
Should I go prepare for death's embrace (hey-ey-ey-ey, countdown, hey-ey-ey-ey)
Or the sight of alien inse-ects (hey-ey-ey-ey)?
Hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey (oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
Hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
Countdo-own (oh-oh)
Ev'rybody's frea-eaked, boy (oh, oh-oh)
Did the same, trust me-e, boy (oh-oh-oh-oh)
But I didn't strea-eak, boy (oh, oh-oh)
Countdo-own (oh-oh)
Hate to sound like such a bi-ig jerk (oh, oh-oh)
I won't pull that shi-it, jerk (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Least until we get why there's a (oh, oh-oh)
Countdo-own, bro

Watch some bullshit, work out or somethin'
Can't stop that clock, no huge plug for pullin' (oh)
Calm down, you should trust me
We don't know what's next, it's nuts, see
Come on, put on your pants and stop rantin'
That it's our payment for crap you can't stand, dick
You don't like that shit? Don't watch that, twit
That countdown's no excuse for that, prick
May seem I'm incredibly okay
With the vague-as-hell thing that ticks down each day
But no, I've put on a face that looks calm, sedate
But I wanna flee off this awful rock, you see (oh)
If I really did crack, there's no stoppin' me
From goin' mad, man, showin' the world my own peen, but hell no
My buddy, all that crap ain't me
So do you or do you not wanna watch some Glee?
If the whole world is doomed for real
Wanna catch up on shows I've skipped, deal
Don't be a big jerk and try to slap me
Just because I'm catchin' shows you think are crap, please
Folks runnin' round the whole town
Neighbours smeared in war paint, like, they're bigger deals now
So I'm watchin' Charmed, man? Chill the fuck out
Find those flash mobs who stole your doors now
If this turns out to be a trick, I'd say words really rude, really damn rude
Not much of a change there, so I've got things to do, big things to do
I've never spent a while playin' Mario 2, Mario 2
So I'll just do that while you keep watchin' the news, watchin' the news (oh-oh-oh)

Cou-ountdown, cou-ountdown (countdown)
Cou-ountdown, cou-ountdo-o-own (oh-oh)
We might only have seven days (oh, oh-oh)
That gives me some time to play some ga-ames (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) (hey-ey-ey-ey)
Not like RPGS, those take an age (oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) (hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey)
Catchin' up on lots of Sonic shi-it (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) (hey-ey-ey-ey)
Countdo-own (oh-oh)
Go ahead and frea-eak, boy (oh, oh-oh)
Just don't give me bee-eef, boy (oh-oh-oh-oh)
'Bout my lack of screa-eams, boy (oh, oh-oh)
Countdo-own (oh-oh)
Deep inside I hold my swi-itch, jerk (oh, oh-oh)
Gets pressed, then I'll fli-ip, jerk (oh-oh-oh-oh)
But since we don't get why there's a (oh)
Countdo-own (oh-oh)
I'll stay off the stree-eets, boy (oh, oh-oh)
Where the people frea-eak, boy (oh-oh-oh-oh)
I'll hold down my screa-eams, boy (oh, oh-oh)
Countdo-own (oh-oh)
If the truth's confirmed, right the-en, jerk (oh, oh-oh)
Will I lose my shi-it, jerk (oh-oh-oh-oh)
First stop: jam hot sticks up your ass (oh, oh-oh)
Countdo-own