The End's Not Near

The end's not near, it's here
Hallelujah, spread the cheer
And watch the millenarians
Throw a party for a thousand years

You won't see the pious prayin'
They'll be too busy flayin'
And, all the martyrs with better ways
To stop the world decayin'

If you call me, I won't be home
I'm a-hidin' from the kingdom come
They can't see everything on earth
With the satellites and the roving drones
The satellites and the roving drones

This is why hell is underground
Like a reclaimed bad part of town
We don't want to lose our souls
We're the saints who don't want to be found

The saints who don't want to be found
The saints who don't want to be found
The saints who don't want to be found