There is it, the end of days.
The fifth horseman came on a high one
If we leave the food sitting out,
there’s bound to be rats and pestilence.
Who’s horse is that on?
Oh Jesus H. Christ
O Jesúchristó, muchacho
For the remainder of the world is going to hell
in a hand basket,
I want to spend that time in bed or under it
with the fifth horseman.
He knows people and I’m willing
to sleep my way to the top.
God bless the Blessed Ascension!