Promises broken, fields forsaken, now the crops are overtaken.
Deportation, devastation, irony’s their new frustration.
It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine!
Promises broken, fields forsaken, now the crops are overtaken.
Deportation, devastation, irony’s their new frustration.
It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine!