Lord, let’s send down some angelsnAnd they better have gunsnCause everybody’s crazy down herenOn everybody’s drugsnnCasinos, floor glows, stock showsnWhere white trash goes to dienHos push cartsnCrackhead squirrels, and birds too drunk to flynnKeep dancing, it’s the end of the worldnShe said “Oh baby do the end of the world”nC’mon baby it’s the end of the worldnShe says “Smile! Do the end of the world!”nnKeep dancing to the end of the worldnShe said “Oh baby it’s the end of the world”nC’mon baby it’s the end of the worldnShe says “Smile! It’s the end of the world!”nnAnd they send down some astronautsnTo study our bonesnThrough the miles of garbagenBeneath all the junk that we ownnCarbon dating beer cans, condoms, and twinky wrappersnWe was something beautiful babynWhat the hell happenednnKeep dancing, it’s the end of the worldnShe said “Oh baby do the end of the world”nC’mon baby it’s the end of the worldnShe says “Smile! Do the end of the world!”nnIf you were worried that they’d skin you toonFor new tennis shoesnOr a couch that fits the motif of the living roomnAnd doesn’t clash with your business suitnnI wanna be in a museum,nStuffed and in a realistic position like I’m huntinnCallin someone or buyin somethinnWay too busy to look up and see what was cominnnKeep dancing, it’s the end of the worldnShe said “Oh baby do the end of the world”nC’mon baby it’s the end of the worldnShe says “Smile! Do the end of the world!”nnI want my bones kept next to someone of cultural significancenLike Fonzi or William ShatnernYeah, somebody famous like Gilbert Godfrey or the dog from FrasiernThat caveman they found?nHe was a punk, I knew him in High School