
I’m waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I’m breathing in the chemicals
I’m breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
Should’ve known it
From the start it was already over
We were just too dumb to notice
And we pray but
Even love couldn’t save us
We wake up
On a bed of guns and roses