Apocalyptic Dipstick Songtext
von New Bomb Turks

Well, look at you, you brag
You think the end is comin′ fast
Grab your guitar and write your saviour song

This planet's in such shitty shape
That you′re pushed to write a song or your heart will break
Like anyone will notice or even blink
When the taxman comes around

Quit hidin', if the end is comin'
Apocalyptic dipstick
You sure wouldn′t know it from your passive strummin′
Apocalyptic dipstick

Quit runnin', if the end is comin′
Apocalyptic dipstick
Write your songs with all conviction
Long as you know no one's listenin′

You've got your list of rules
Like your teacher back at your old school
Grab your number two, it′s time to sharpen up again


Only problem is you're draggin' your ass
Like a teacher in the summer, you got no class
The test you′re given, you can′t even pass
Thanks for the warnin', I′ll pass

Quit hidin', if the end is comin′
Apocalyptic dipstick
You sure wouldn't know it from your passive strummin′
Apocalyptic dipstick

Quit runnin', if the end is comin'
Apocalyptic dipstick
Write your songs with all conviction
Long as you know no one′s listenin′, man

Yeah
Whoa
That's right

Quit hidin′, if the end is comin
Apocalyptic dipstick
You sure wouldn't know it from your passive strummin′
Apocalyptic dipstick

Quit runnin', if the end is comin′
Apocalyptic dipstick
Write your songs with all conviction
Long as you know no one's listenin'


So stick your finger in
The apocalypse pie again
Can you remember then why you even tried?

Tried to figure out just what was wrong
Now all you can do is write a song
Doesn′t your life seem futile now?
Welcome to the neighborhood, wow

Quit hidin′, if the end is comin'
Apocalyptic dipstick
You sure wouldn′t know it from your passive strummin'
Apocalyptic dipstick

Quit runnin′, if the end is comin'
Apocalyptic dipstick
Write your songs with all conviction
Long as you know no one′s listenin'

Wow!