We were never meant to live past the year 2000 A great computer virus was supposed to wreck our house and We would have to kneel before the wrath of the machines So we all hid in basements and we stockpiled the baked beans When will the end come? The TV says it's on the way Same news since I was young But with you here in my arms The end won't come today We were never meant to live too long into the future Despite medical progress there are wounds we cannot suture We wanna vote for change but we cannot spot the difference So on the couch we pray to Super Mario for deliverance When will the end come? The TV says it's on the way Same news since I was young But with you here in my arms The end won't come today We were never meant to see the morning sun He's jealous of the moon and takes it out on everyone The sun will cook the earth until the ocean turns to steam And fogs up all the periscopes on navy submarines And then we'll bake like beached whales on shores across the world And lick the radiation so that all the boys and girls Will grow with extra arms and legs and eyes and wager war Against the rest of us that walk on two legs until there are none anymore When will the end come? The TV says it's on the way Same news since I was young But with you here in my arms The end won't come today