Apocalypse Rag

Oh, the sun is arisin', it's peekin' through the trees
The smell of mornin' dew, just carried on the breeze
The farmers out a drinkin', that templar wine
Grapes are splittin', just turnin on the vine

Nothin's impossible, nothin' good is easy
The music sure swings but the lyrics are cheesy
Threadbare in the mornin', still two sheets in the ba-ag
Wake up in the henhouse, doin' the apocalypse rag
Apocalypse Rag

The winter rye is sodden, still standin' in the field
The bulldog is a slumber, silent, well heeled
The milkmaids out a'peelin', a feat for the eyes
Lickin' up the droplets on the pale of her thighs

Nothin's impossible, nothin' good is easy
The music sure swings but the lyrics are cheesy
Threadbare in the mornin', still two sheets in the ba-ag
Wake up in the henhouse, doin' the apocalypse rag
Apocalypse Rag

Workin' up a maracle, breakin' in the vault
The soldier's in the lockup, savin up his salt
Hear the rooster callin', his reason is to vent
The barn is on fire, and you're late with the rent

Nothin's impossible, nothin' good is easy
The music sure swings but the lyrics are cheesy
Threadbare in the mornin', still two sheets in the ba-ag
Wake up in the henhouse, doin' the apocalypse rag
Apocalypse Rag

Try to serve the truth, try defy the lies
But the sweet ginger tart with the sapphire eyes
Used to know the time, clock was on the wall
Now the clock's come undone and we're all havin' a ball

The gates have all been stolen, here comes chaos and the wind
They're runnin' from the gatehouse 'cause the roof is cavin' in
Ma's got a fiddle, papa's got a gun
Won't you quit yer laughin' yer ruinin the fun

Nothin's impossible, nothin' good is easy
The music sure swings but the lyrics are cheesy
Threadbare in the mornin', still two sheets in the ba-ag
Wake up in the henhouse, doin' the apocalypse rag
Apocalypse Rag