[Verse] I’m Not totally sure I’m cut out for whatever This whole end‑of‑the‑world situation is becoming. It worries me. [Verse] I’m Not totally sure I’ve got the skillset needed For a society collapsing like a folding chair. I’d fall apart. [Pre-chorus] I sunburn instantly, And my feet revolt if I walk barefoot, you see. It’s embarrassing. I wouldn't last a second. [Chorus] I'm Not totally sure I’d survive in a soggy, Post-technological world. [Verse] I'm Not totally sure I can tell which plants won’t poison me Or how to get water from cactuses Aren't they prickly or something? [Verse] I've Got no survivalist friends, And I'm sure they'd be sus If I tried to buddy up to them at this late stage. They'd be on to me. [Pre-chorus] I get bored quickly If I couldn't stare at a screen all day I’d have no reason. I'd be a vegetable. [Chorus] I'm Not totally sure I'd have a chance in a hands-on, Build-your-own-fun world. [Bridge] Even facing the uncertainty That things don't end up looking like Mad Max. Yet I am certain that there'd still be no shortage Of fighting marauders off. And I'm - not - much - good At fight - ting - marauders off... I realized this at my senior prom. [Verse] I'm Not sure that I have the upper-body strength To cope with all the rowing in an ocean based-world. I'd be up a creek. [Pre-chorus] And my clever banter Would fall on deaf ears with people who wear hats Made of goat skulls. Then they'd kill me. [Chorus] I'm Not totally sure There's much room for a mildly nerdy indoor-only technophile in a physically-challenging, nomadic-foraging, Gasoline-siphoning, scavenger-powered Story‑told‑around‑the‑fire kind of world. [Outro] [Background yelling] "You did it! You maniacs! You blew it up!!!"
