Racing This Time
"Welcome one and all to the Armageddon Racecourse!
The horses are lining up. The jockeys are looking mighty fine
It's a wonderful day for an apocalypse
Hope you have your money down because the stakes are high
Racing This Time... and they're off!"
Out of the blocks and it's Farting Livestock
A neck behind - The Rising Tide-Line
Two lengths back and The Sun's improving
Taking the inside rail - Pollution
In the bunch War, Famine, Inquisition
Oil's in there jostling for position
With Ozone Holes, and Fanatic Extremists
It's a capacity crowd - no-one wants to miss this
And it's all just a matter of time
So many horses, one finish line
And it's all just a matter of time
We can watch the whole world unwind
From out of nowhere A Bloated China
And at ten to one against creeping beside her
It's America - dogged by Conspiracy Theories
Faith In Progress is looking weary
The jockey on Hope is looking upset
Just overtaken by Rising Debt
Lagging in the back - Peace, Love, Understanding
And The Big Space Rock is nowhere to be seen...
"Come on Tsunami!"
"Come on Tsunami!"
And it's all just a matter of time
So many horses, one finish line
And it's all just a matter of time
We can watch the whole world unwind
"Survey's just in - 42% of people say the End of the World will affect their shopping patterns"
Round the turn and it's All Gone Nuclear
Power and Weapons are both in there
With Super-weeds, GE Experiments
Nose to nose with Pan-Epidemics
Into the final strait now
Sterile Soil got in there somehow
Applying the whip it's The Fundamentalists
Too close to call could be a photo finish
"But it's a lovely day out there
A lovely day...
Look at all those gaily coloured hats
It's a party!"
Boris looks up from his poisoned piece of earth
Through the yellow smog a few stubborn stars are glowing
His thoughts of how small he is and how hard he's worked are interrupted
He's sure one of those stars is growing...
Maybe it's space junk, maybe it's debris
He thinks of the long dirty road to Moscow
Maybe he should inform the authorities
But maybe it's nothing - he can deal with it tomorrow
We've got one, one, one little extinction
We've got two, two, two little extinctions
We've got three, three - freedom is extinction
We've got four, four - but wait there's more...
The horses are lining up. The jockeys are looking mighty fine
It's a wonderful day for an apocalypse
Hope you have your money down because the stakes are high
Racing This Time... and they're off!"
Out of the blocks and it's Farting Livestock
A neck behind - The Rising Tide-Line
Two lengths back and The Sun's improving
Taking the inside rail - Pollution
In the bunch War, Famine, Inquisition
Oil's in there jostling for position
With Ozone Holes, and Fanatic Extremists
It's a capacity crowd - no-one wants to miss this
And it's all just a matter of time
So many horses, one finish line
And it's all just a matter of time
We can watch the whole world unwind
From out of nowhere A Bloated China
And at ten to one against creeping beside her
It's America - dogged by Conspiracy Theories
Faith In Progress is looking weary
The jockey on Hope is looking upset
Just overtaken by Rising Debt
Lagging in the back - Peace, Love, Understanding
And The Big Space Rock is nowhere to be seen...
"Come on Tsunami!"
"Come on Tsunami!"
And it's all just a matter of time
So many horses, one finish line
And it's all just a matter of time
We can watch the whole world unwind
"Survey's just in - 42% of people say the End of the World will affect their shopping patterns"
Round the turn and it's All Gone Nuclear
Power and Weapons are both in there
With Super-weeds, GE Experiments
Nose to nose with Pan-Epidemics
Into the final strait now
Sterile Soil got in there somehow
Applying the whip it's The Fundamentalists
Too close to call could be a photo finish
"But it's a lovely day out there
A lovely day...
Look at all those gaily coloured hats
It's a party!"
Boris looks up from his poisoned piece of earth
Through the yellow smog a few stubborn stars are glowing
His thoughts of how small he is and how hard he's worked are interrupted
He's sure one of those stars is growing...
Maybe it's space junk, maybe it's debris
He thinks of the long dirty road to Moscow
Maybe he should inform the authorities
But maybe it's nothing - he can deal with it tomorrow
We've got one, one, one little extinction
We've got two, two, two little extinctions
We've got three, three - freedom is extinction
We've got four, four - but wait there's more...
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Roeven
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