"Apocalyptic Summer" lyrics
Stop what you're doing
There's a situation
Oh
Alright stop
It all started in my head
I don't recall the situation
Was in my own bed
And dizzy from asphyxiation
Was minding my own
When the World began to burn
Didn't know it at the time
That's when my stomach start to turn
So then I popped myself right up
And man I never saw it coming
A knock upon my doorstep
That would have some people running
Appeared a man in black
That said he's come to take my soul
I'm busy right now
That's when I picked right up the phone
And Dialed 911
What's the reason for your call?
I said intruders at my door
To which they hung right up the phone
Gathered up my thoughts and slammed the door
It must be me
Lucid from a nightmare that's a possibility
So I brushed it all off
And went on about my day
I slipped on my shoes
Grabbed a bottle off the shelf
My walkman and my shades
Thirty-four past twelve
Yeah I found my ass
Just sittin' on the beach
With a drink in my hand
Waiting for the World to reach
For the sky no I might not make it out alive
But best be sure I'm gonna have a good time
There was a riot in the streets
Walked to the store to fill my cup
A Politician on the tellie
Preaching about how times were tough
Stepped back to my surprise
Saw sirens lighting up my eyes
The ocean had turned black
Satellite's they rained down from the sky
I Dialed 911
No one's answering my calls
Off in the distance flashing lights
And fire burning down the walls
When suddenly the man in black appeared
Now begging me for change
Not the monetary type
For humankind I heard him say
Help me understand something
I've heard about your war
Swiped up my loot
Another bottle off the shelf
A pistol and my chick
Then I headed down south
Where I found my ass
Just sittin' on the beach
With a gun in my hand
Waiting for the World to reach
For the sky
No I might not make it out alive
But best be sure I'm gonna have a good time
I guess this is it
I've nothing left to say
Here comes my set
I think I'll stay for the view
The 50 year storm it can't come too soon
Yeah you'll find my ass
Just sittin' on the beach
With a gun in my hand
Waiting for the World to reach
For the sky
No I might not make it out alive
But best be sure I'm gonna have a good time
That's right you'll find my ass
Just sittin' on the beach
With a gun in the sand
Throwing up a sign of peace
Knowing good and well I may not make it out alive
But best be sure I'll go out knowing I tried
Apocalyptic Summer
Apocalyptic Summer
Apocalyptic Summer
Apocalyptic Summer
Apocalyptic Summer
My Apocalyptic Summer
My Apocalyptic Summer
There's a situation
Oh
Alright stop
It all started in my head
I don't recall the situation
Was in my own bed
And dizzy from asphyxiation
Was minding my own
When the World began to burn
Didn't know it at the time
That's when my stomach start to turn
So then I popped myself right up
And man I never saw it coming
A knock upon my doorstep
That would have some people running
Appeared a man in black
That said he's come to take my soul
I'm busy right now
That's when I picked right up the phone
And Dialed 911
What's the reason for your call?
I said intruders at my door
To which they hung right up the phone
Gathered up my thoughts and slammed the door
It must be me
Lucid from a nightmare that's a possibility
So I brushed it all off
And went on about my day
I slipped on my shoes
Grabbed a bottle off the shelf
My walkman and my shades
Thirty-four past twelve
Yeah I found my ass
Just sittin' on the beach
With a drink in my hand
Waiting for the World to reach
For the sky no I might not make it out alive
But best be sure I'm gonna have a good time
There was a riot in the streets
Walked to the store to fill my cup
A Politician on the tellie
Preaching about how times were tough
Stepped back to my surprise
Saw sirens lighting up my eyes
The ocean had turned black
Satellite's they rained down from the sky
I Dialed 911
No one's answering my calls
Off in the distance flashing lights
And fire burning down the walls
When suddenly the man in black appeared
Now begging me for change
Not the monetary type
For humankind I heard him say
Help me understand something
I've heard about your war
Swiped up my loot
Another bottle off the shelf
A pistol and my chick
Then I headed down south
Where I found my ass
Just sittin' on the beach
With a gun in my hand
Waiting for the World to reach
For the sky
No I might not make it out alive
But best be sure I'm gonna have a good time
I guess this is it
I've nothing left to say
Here comes my set
I think I'll stay for the view
The 50 year storm it can't come too soon
Yeah you'll find my ass
Just sittin' on the beach
With a gun in my hand
Waiting for the World to reach
For the sky
No I might not make it out alive
But best be sure I'm gonna have a good time
That's right you'll find my ass
Just sittin' on the beach
With a gun in the sand
Throwing up a sign of peace
Knowing good and well I may not make it out alive
But best be sure I'll go out knowing I tried
Apocalyptic Summer
Apocalyptic Summer
Apocalyptic Summer
Apocalyptic Summer
Apocalyptic Summer
My Apocalyptic Summer
My Apocalyptic Summer
