Doomsday
You felt a little doomsday
So you hit the club on Thursday
But it only made you question further
Your chaotic psychic order
Always lived in paradise
But even angels roll the dice
Smoke a cigarette or four
Show up blasted at your door
Fumigated your insides
Whisper, nothing left to hide
Knock a drink and call a car
Ask your buddies where they are
Situations shift again
I can be your only friend
So a little birdy told me
Missus temple, call me Shirley
So you hit the club on Thursday
But it only made you question further
Your chaotic psychic order
Always lived in paradise
But even angels roll the dice
Smoke a cigarette or four
Show up blasted at your door
Fumigated your insides
Whisper, nothing left to hide
Knock a drink and call a car
Ask your buddies where they are
Situations shift again
I can be your only friend
So a little birdy told me
Missus temple, call me Shirley
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Writer(s): Keenan Mittag-degala
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