Well I heard some people talkin’ ’bout the final day,
and some said that we’d be consumed by flames of hell.
Still got their health on December 22.
Are these clowns sad it ain’t true?!
To these fools, it seems, anything you can sell.
We’re not all dead and gone.
What a feeble con!
They don’t think, this idjit spawn:
loons, loons, loons. . .

The next time that they hear everyone is gonna die,
try opening their eyes so they can see the light
and cogitate a little bit; maybe they’ll wonder why
no eschatological con job’s been right.

Scam. We’re not dead and gone.
What a feeble con.
They don’t think, this nitwit spawn:
loons, loons, loons. . .

Selling doom to all these goons who’re still around.
Heaven? No; no hell and no eternity.
So where were all these people when they were handing out brains?
It’s a bad, sad case of mass insanity
from a cranial-vacancy coterie.

We’re not all dead and gone. . .
latest end-times con.
12/2-2, a new day’s dawn
and not all dead and gone.

No, not all dead and gone.
It’s an endless con.
Get a life and move on!
’cause you all have been conned.
One more new day has dawned
All head case gone.

Cons rife. Get a life!