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(may be sung to Dark As A Dungeon)
Way down in the Yucatán culture arose Where they counted by twenties — on fingers and toes Where they tallied the days by a grand master plan But now — Google says — it’s the end of that span For our days are all numbered — we’re down to a few And our future’s encumbered; I’m telling you true We’ve all run out of time, let there be no denyin’ It’s the end of the line — if your calendar’s Mayan No morning, no evening, no middle of day They all — says the Mayan — are going away Like a thief hung on hemp, or a Vamp spiked by pine None of us is exempt from the end of his time For our days are all numbered — we’re down to a few And the future’s encumbered; for me, and for you We’ve all run out of time, and we’re gonna start dyin’ Like a bird in a mine — if your calendar’s Mayan Now some folks will party and others will pray We’ll all end the same… Apocalypse Day Not a mouse in his hole, nor a bee in her hive & not even one’s soul will escape this alive For our days are all numbered — we’re down to a few And our future’s encumbered; we won’t make it through We’ve all run out of time, and you know I ain’t lyin’ There’s a sudden decline — if your calendar’s Mayan That date marks the end of the whole human race The end of our planet, of time, and of space We’ll become null and void; we’ll each die all alone & it can’t be avoided, it’s written in stone
* Apocalypse DayLyrics: Copyright 2011, Rich Brown (rmf53@FreeMars.org )
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Last rev: December 14, 2012 at 07:43 AM (a Friday)