End of Days

I see the purple skies, the darkened days aren't over
We've got space ships and government aides to tell us we're all fucked anyway
All we ever did to deserve a little intervention was our lack of intelligence
Or call it negligence if you will

Do you still love me still, the end of days is on the way
Do you still love me still
Keep on trying, keep on riding, riding for a fall
Keep on trying, keep on riding, riding for a fall

Rustbelt becomes a wardrobe, Policeman tells me "Hands over your head
We've got to make sure you ain't one them green folks dressed up to pretend
See they don't look like us so they've been deemed inadequate"
But I just saw a white man turn Washington to ash

Do you still love me still, the end of days is on the way
Do you still love me still
Keep on trying, keep on riding, riding for a fall
Keep on trying, keep on riding, riding for a fall



Credits
Writer(s): Joe Gladstone
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