Apacolypse from Off Centerville by Polish Steel

I think I'll sit right down and wait right here for the apacolypse. Please place your sweet lips, on top of mine. I don't see much sense in gettin' all worked up about it, it's gonna happen in it's sweet time.
I can't understand the need to run with your hair on fire. Shouting like a fool that soon we will all be mired. In a bog of quicksand, it will pull us down. Nothing will save of no heroes, knights or clowns.
No smiley faces, no magic straight from the pill. No incantations that will conjure the angels from hell. It's you and me and the pope makes three.
So get your coat and your umbrella in case it rains. They say a deluge of pain awaits those who believe. I'll just sit right here and watch the fear just drift away, no more red alerts, it's time to shut up and play.

• Rock
• all of the above
• country
• country rock
• pop
• rock
• Dallesport