Apocalypse For The Summer

Standing in the kitchen, with a baby, making rain
I think something must be fucked up with the plumbing again
I'm talkin' rubber-boot-surfin' here with a drink in hand
Go book yourself a holiday and meet me in the sand, woah!

Pink flamingos wearing high-heels and leis
Sittin' in a lawnchair, waitin' on the world to end, oh yeah
Come on over here, do you catch my drift
We can tan in the rays until there ain't nothing left

Apocalypse for the Summer!
Oooooooh
Apocalypse for the Summer!

I got my shelter stocked and I'm ready for the show
It's almost like nuclear fallout was never just a joke
I wanna find my friends, oh yeah that would be nice
Atomic Winter! They're covered in snow and ash and ice, yeah

Apocalypse for the Summer!
Oooooooh
Apocalypse for the Summer!



Credits
Writer(s): Trevin Lavallee
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