Our lives we hold so dear,
It doesn’t matter we’re all screwed,
It’s going to end this year.
The Mayans said it wouldn’t last,So many years ago,
So now let’s max our credit cards,
And run to Mexico.
For what we care?
We’ll be dead,
And leave this oh great land.
With my luck I’d be last on earth,
Along with Lindsey Lohan.
To be honestI’m quite flattered,
The end I will receive.
The start it would have been fun too,
Imagine “Larry and Eve.”