If the world ended tomorrow
If a meteor kills mankind
What would we leave inside the ground?
For the future folk to find
When all our flesh has rotted away
Our clothes crumbled from our bones
The main discovery they will make
Is the amount of fucking phones
There’ll be one next to each skeleton
Some on a selfie-stick
Recording our very last moments
When we were wiped out ever so quick
If they manage to get them working
What profound things had we said?
As darkness fell around us
Knowing we’d soon be dead
“The end of the world’s not coming
It’s all been a fucking hoax
Yeh, Roxy told me a moment ago
Heard it from a couple of blokes
I’ll see you down the pub, babe
Maybe we’ll meet some boys?
Do you like my new eye liner?
Shit! What the fuck was that noise?”
