[Verse 1] High above, a decree from divine, "Shape up the world, or it's the end of time," Promised apocalypse, greasy and sweet, Fiery pizzas, burgers, and fries if we cheat. [Chorus] Doomsday Diet, take a stand, Fight the feast, save the land, Greasy skies overhead, take command, Choose the salad, or we're all damned. [Verse 2] Tempted at every turn, every invite, Every menu a perilous sight, Half-off wings, a deal on nachos, The heavenly scent, how it beckons and calls. [Chorus] Doomsday Diet, take a stand, Fight the feast, save the land, Greasy skies overhead, take command, Choose the salad, or we're all damned. [Verse 3] In the glow of neon, deals scream, Cinnamon rolls, a diabetic dream, Buy one get twenty, it's practically free, How can we fight this calorie spree? [Chorus] Doomsday Diet, take a stand, Fight the feast, save the land, Greasy skies overhead, take command, Choose the salad, or we're all damned. [Verse 4] TV commercials, a parade of treats, Ice cream and chocolates, forbidden sweets, Six-pack abs versus sugary snacks, The battle rages, our resolve cracks. [Chorus] Doomsday Diet, take a stand, Fight the feast, save the land, Greasy skies overhead, take command, Choose the salad, or we're all damned. [Verse 5] Chocolate-dipped bacon, sinfully cast, Cupcakes that could make this day our last, Pies descend from the clouds on high, Friday donuts, our final goodbye. [Chorus] Doomsday Diet, take a stand, Fight the feast, save the land, Greasy skies overhead, take command, Choose the salad, or we're all damned. [Verse 6] Social gatherings, a testing ground, Barbecues, buffets all around, "Just one bite," they all insist, Resisting temptation, an endless twist. [Chorus] Doomsday Diet, take a stand, Fight the feast, save the land, Greasy skies overhead, take command, Choose the salad, or we're all damned. [Verse 7] Late-night cravings, a silent foe, The fridge whispers, the cupboards glow, Sneaking a cookie, a slice of cake, Each little slip, a catastrophic mistake. [Chorus] Doomsday Diet, take a stand, Fight the feast, save the land, Greasy skies overhead, take command, Choose the salad, or we're all damned. [Outro] So here it ends, not with a bang, but with flavor, We chose the feast we wanted to savor, The sky turns a marinara red, Pepperoni moon eclipses, as we dread the celestial cheesy spread. [Chorus] Doomsday Diet, take a stand, Fight the feast, save the land, Greasy skies overhead, take command, Choose the salad, or we're all damned.
