Apocalypse - Neva Dinova

It’s a breeze comin' in

From the north

And she’s in

The kitchen screaming

Of course

Cuz she’s seen

All the world

And their kids

And their dogs

And their men

And their pigs

And they’re tall

And they’re sick

And they’re all dying quick

From the waves

Of disease

She believes

It will come

Overseas

And at home

Killin' everyone