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When I stepped outside to get some air,
I got the fire and brimstone in my hair

The sky was dark as midnight, as dirty as coal
Then thousands of Locusts swarmed up my nose

My sinuses throbbed, thought they might explode
I couldn’t find a tissue and that really blows

I’m enraptured with the rapture, the end of days
Got a pile of bills I don’t have to pay
My credit cards melted in volcanic flames
But the fire’ll be doused in the tidal wave

Fighting my way through a crush of bugs
According to Anderson 360 more got off the bus

Roaming gangs of six-legged creepy crawly thugs
Knocked me down to the ground face first in the mud

With my wrists bound tight in sticky strip ropes,
Can’t get a shot of the rapture on my new iPhone

I’m enraptured with the rapture, the end of days
Got a pile of bills I don’t have to pay
My credit cards melted in volcanic flames
But the fire’ll be doused in the tidal wave

Before my cell phone dies, I’m praying to God
Just one last text message is all I want

Got to post those rapture pictures to my blog
But the only cell service is in Hades or Prague

It’s God’s will to kill the tweets and make the emails stop
He just wrote the last chapter in the Book of Job

I’m enraptured with the rapture, the end of days
Got a pile of bills I don’t have to pay
My credit cards melted in volcanic flames
But the fire’ll be doused in the tidal wave

Got the rapture
Got the rapture
Woosh! Tidal wave.
It’s so cold down under,
here after in the end of days
Snap!
That’s a rap.