Increased Chances (The Apocalypse)

The population has greatly decreased
 So the odds are greatly increased
 That one day I'll get a chance
 To kiss your lips
 Each night I thank the Lord
 For the apocalypse
 People are mostly disfigured and dead
 But I won't let it go to my head
 My mama's face has run down to the dirt
 But I'm still chasing chitterlings, whiskey, and skirt
 I meant to set your world on fire
 Didn't mean to set the world on fire
 I let the cities burn
 And we're all alone, I've come to grips
 Each night I thank the Lord
 For the apocalypse
 The population has greatly decreased
 So the odds are greatly increased
 That one day I'll get a chance
 To kiss your lips
 Each night I thank the Lord
 For the apocalypse