Prepare For The Worst
Winding back the clock has thrown the future out the door
Wishing for some rose-tinted shit that you shovelled in before
Scraping rock bottom, found a sinkhole in the floor
Earth is even blacker scorched, now I hope for nothing more
Weathering the storm has me praying for the rain
Shouting at the sky has me saying names in vain 'cause
No one knows how this will end
And all the while we still pretend
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst now
Clutching close a petty grudge is always just enough
Keeping all the cupped hands down so they can't ever try to reach up
Locked-up in luxury when they're coming for your stuff
Hope is out of help these days, why would they have hope in us?
And holding out has me handing back the reins
Finding out the next stage has me running back again, 'cause
No one knows how this will end
And all the while we still pretend
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst now
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst now
Give us back our money
Or we'll take it all away
Rail-tied under a gravy train
But nothing owed can stay
Without a hand to choke you
You've long lost track of all these days
"Won't go back to how it was"
That's what they used to say
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst now
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst now
Wishing for some rose-tinted shit that you shovelled in before
Scraping rock bottom, found a sinkhole in the floor
Earth is even blacker scorched, now I hope for nothing more
Weathering the storm has me praying for the rain
Shouting at the sky has me saying names in vain 'cause
No one knows how this will end
And all the while we still pretend
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst now
Clutching close a petty grudge is always just enough
Keeping all the cupped hands down so they can't ever try to reach up
Locked-up in luxury when they're coming for your stuff
Hope is out of help these days, why would they have hope in us?
And holding out has me handing back the reins
Finding out the next stage has me running back again, 'cause
No one knows how this will end
And all the while we still pretend
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst now
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst now
Give us back our money
Or we'll take it all away
Rail-tied under a gravy train
But nothing owed can stay
Without a hand to choke you
You've long lost track of all these days
"Won't go back to how it was"
That's what they used to say
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst now
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst
Prepare for, prepare for, prepare for the worst now
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Writer(s): Thomas Mccann
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