get ready cuz this aint funny
we got no money
and niberu is coming
i wish i’d worked with more grattitude
and bought land at a higher altitude
cuz when you here that siren sounding
your gonna wish you had a spot in iron mountain
and all i gots an empty bank account
i wanna cop canned goods cuz theyre almost out
gonna need to find somewhere to hide
when the sun explodes and theres fire in the sky
i can tell by the form of the constellations
thats its time to head to the space station
so unless your the head of a hole nation
you mignt not survive this the migration
of other beings landing on our planet
cuz whatever they see, there gonna have it
and all you can di is say is good lord goddamn it
cuz unless you’ve got the gold your gonna end up stranded
hey you cant you hear the growing sound
thats call the shit going down
your gonna wish you known somewhere underground
where you could go, right about now
hey cant you tell by the burning smell
thats its like we all fell through the gates of hell
things might turn out well if you had something to sell
but if your broke your gonna hear the final bell
and even a dollar wont do you no good
your better off with canned goods and lots of food
im just telling the truth i dont mean to be rude
the aliens are sailing in, no time to be confused
ancient tablets and solar maps
depict the time when mars attacks
when the clouds collapse and the sky just cracks
and the oceans turn black theres no turning back
face it, the space ship
all races, all places
the death rays its
blazin
its amazing
theyre not playing
its doomsday and your praying you had gold to pay them
so you could avoid the mayhem of invasion
hey look can you see that dot
i know its small but it means alot
if you spent the day fucken time to wash off your cock
and head for the hills cuz the bombs gonna drop
tell your girl to put her pants back on
cuz most of the world is about to be gone
i hope you got off cuz it wont be long
till the whole earth is screaming the chorus of this song