The siren blared
Saying "this is not a test
Go home be with your friends and loved ones with the time that you have left"
A sergeant stares
At a button labeled "Launch"
His mind is on his daughter at home who's too young to be aware
Of the intricacies
Of a political climate
That could lead to this putting it all to an end via nuclear warfare
David is calling his ex-wife
Saying, "I'm sorry how things turned out
There is no time for pettiness now
How are the kids? does any of that matter now?"
And the recovered alcoholic hears the news that it's all over
"Let's go raid the liquor store, I do not plan on dying sober
If I choke on my own vomit, at least I went out on my own terms"
It's the end of days baby, who on earth has time for self worth?
And the politicians begin to cry
Because the legacy that they will leave behind
Is one of gridlock leading to our demise
But there's no legacy, nothing will survive
David's still calling his ex-wife
Librarians trying to write stuff down
Put it inside of a bomb-proof box
Hoping that one day it will be found
Cuz when the aliens come to put our bones in their museums
There will be holes in the fossil record
Holes in the fossil record
Holes in the fossil record