World's Over but I Don't Care!

sleazy country shuffle, e major, 120 beats, twangy male vocals

[intro]
[Spoken, low and greasy over a steel-guitar wail]
Y'all grab a red cup, the devil's buyin' tonight...

[Verse 1]
Sky's on fire, news man's cryin' on the screen,
DC's padlocked, Congress fightin' over beans.
Downtown's lootin' Walmart like it's Black Friday on meth,
While I'm shotgun-beerin' whiskey, dancin' with Lady Death.  
[Pre-Chorus]
Left wing, right wing—both crashin' in the yard,
Molotov margaritas, burnin' credit cards. 
 [Chorus]
The world's endin', but my jukebox is spinnin',
Got a fifth of Jack and a grin that's still winnin'.
Riots in the streets? Hell, that's just the beat—
Turn it up loud, let the tear gas keep the time with my feet!
Yeah, civilization's toast, but I'm roastin' a pig,
If the grid goes dark, we'll party by the fridge!

[Verse 2]
National Guard's playin' tag with a gang in the park,
I'm two-steppin' through the chaos with a spark in my heart.
Bank's foreclosed on Tuesday, repo'd my truck on the lawn—
So I hot-wired the mayor's Prius, threw a keg in the trunk and rolled on. 
[Pre-Chorus]
Twitter's down, TikTok's screamin' "We're all gonna fry!"
I'm live-streamin' from the rooftop: "Yee-haw, goodbye!"

[Chorus]
The world's endin', but my jukebox is spinnin',
Got a stripper named Karma and a pole made of sin.
Protesters chantin'? Let 'em—free harmony track,
I'll tip 'em in PBR while the White House burns black!
Yeah, the dollar's dead, but the beer's still cold,
If tomorrow don't come, tonight's pure gold! 
[verse 3}
Mama’s in the kitchen, fryin’ spam with a grin,
Daddy’s on the porch with his AR and his gin.
Sister’s tradin’ heirlooms for a case of Coors Light,
Uncle Ray’s baptizin’ cousins in the kiddie pool tonight.
Kinfolk screamin’ “Blood’s thicker than the flood!”
While I crank the speakers—family reunion in the mud!

[Bridge]
[Slow, sleazy fiddle solo—sounds like it's drunk]
FEMA's on hold, FEMA don't care,
But my cousin Jay's got a generator and a fold-out chair.
So pass the moonshine, kiss your sister, light the fuse—
If we're all goin' to hell, might as well two-step the blues.  [Final Chorus - shouted, sloppy, glorious]
The world's endin'? GOOD—more room on the floor!
Grab a stranger, spin 'em 'round, kick open the door!
Let the cities fall, let the oceans rise high—
I'll be dancin' on the ashes with a twinkle in my eye!
Yeah, Armageddon's a-ragin', but I'm ragin' on booze,
If this is the last call—bartender, make it a double, no rules!  (Outro—steel guitar feedback, distant sirens, someone hollers "YEE-YEE!")
...And if the four horsemen ride in, tell 'em the cover's free—
Long as they tip the band and don't spill on me.

2618/7500

[intro] [Spoken, low and greasy over a steel-guitar wail] Y'all grab a red cup, the devil's buyin' tonight... [Verse 1] Sky's on fire, news man's cryin' on the screen, DC's padlocked, Congress fightin' over beans. Downtown's lootin' Walmart like it's Black Friday on meth, While I'm shotgun-beerin' whiskey, dancin' with Lady Death. [Pre-Chorus] Left wing, right wing—both crashin' in the yard, Molotov margaritas, burnin' credit cards. [Chorus] The world's endin', but my jukebox is spinnin', Got a fifth of Jack and a grin that's still winnin'. Riots in the streets? Hell, that's just the beat— Turn it up loud, let the tear gas keep the time with my feet! Yeah, civilization's toast, but I'm roastin' a pig, If the grid goes dark, we'll party by the fridge! [Verse 2] National Guard's playin' tag with a gang in the park, I'm two-steppin' through the chaos with a spark in my heart. Bank's foreclosed on Tuesday, repo'd my truck on the lawn— So I hot-wired the mayor's Prius, threw a keg in the trunk and rolled on. [Pre-Chorus] Twitter's down, TikTok's screamin' "We're all gonna fry!" I'm live-streamin' from the rooftop: "Yee-haw, goodbye!" [Chorus] The world's endin', but my jukebox is spinnin', Got a stripper named Karma and a pole made of sin. Protesters chantin'? Let 'em—free harmony track, I'll tip 'em in PBR while the White House burns black! Yeah, the dollar's dead, but the beer's still cold, If tomorrow don't come, tonight's pure gold! [verse 3} Mama’s in the kitchen, fryin’ spam with a grin, Daddy’s on the porch with his AR and his gin. Sister’s tradin’ heirlooms for a case of Coors Light, Uncle Ray’s baptizin’ cousins in the kiddie pool tonight. Kinfolk screamin’ “Blood’s thicker than the flood!” While I crank the speakers—family reunion in the mud! [Bridge] [Slow, sleazy fiddle solo—sounds like it's drunk] FEMA's on hold, FEMA don't care, But my cousin Jay's got a generator and a fold-out chair. So pass the moonshine, kiss your sister, light the fuse— If we're all goin' to hell, might as well two-step the blues. [Final Chorus - shouted, sloppy, glorious] The world's endin'? GOOD—more room on the floor! Grab a stranger, spin 'em 'round, kick open the door! Let the cities fall, let the oceans rise high— I'll be dancin' on the ashes with a twinkle in my eye! Yeah, Armageddon's a-ragin', but I'm ragin' on booze, If this is the last call—bartender, make it a double, no rules! (Outro—steel guitar feedback, distant sirens, someone hollers "YEE-YEE!") ...And if the four horsemen ride in, tell 'em the cover's free— Long as they tip the band and don't spill on me.

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