Scam’s rife—they don’t see, ’cause they’re free of reality.
They got faked out, not taken out of the world;
They woke up, at least for now they woke up:
It ain’t happening.

So they find—didn’t leave the present behind;
It was not the end that had come.
They don’t take care of
Themselves; scammers take their trove.
There’s no rapturing.

No one went up; no one left the ground;
They find the world still spinnin’ around.
Ain’t happened to me, and it won’t happen to you.

They were sure only the “pure” of sin would get sinecures
In heaven high, on top of the world.
Ain’t happened, and it ain’t gonna happen.

Another scheme fell apart, but it don’t worry those whose art
Is pilfering from many schmucks that need a “guide” who
Won’t tell ’em they’ve been lied to.
It ain’t happening.

They don’t see life for what it is. . .
Live in a dream, don’t live for this;
They pine for heaven,
But it ain’t happenin’, crew!

So, ain’t gonna happen.
No, ain’t gonna happen.
Go? Ain’t gonna happen.
Faux—ain’t gonna happen.

It ain’t real; it’s real fake. The game of life you gotta take,
So, don’t lose your loot to some snakeoil swine—
For certain, you’ll be financially hurtin’.

Don’t see the light too late: get your head out of anal strait.
You ain’t ascending anytime soon,
So wake up, give delusions a shakeup.
It ain’t happening.

Can’t ensure you’ll be secure, don’t stare up at the azure;
You don’t know when your end will come,
So best beware of those who want to take your trove—
Lots of scamming rings.