The World Is Ending (Sorta)

He's got a carcass in the basement
 And it's high time he found a replacement
 It'll be just like a first date, but better
 Its the farthest that he's been from
 A careful process for a quick completion
 'Cause the bomb's just a couple clicks from his suburb
 So buy a ride on the H train to your destiny
 Take a ride, an express lane to your doom
 You know you lot are all lying with Satan
 And in an hour you'll be begging him
 "Please, gimme a minute of relief from the suffering"
 But he'll only turn the fire up
 And do it with the greatest of ease
 And Saint Peter will be laughing in heaven
 A million miles gone from you and your screams
 And I'll be sitting at the feet of the father
 Bring the bomb and my salvation
 Time for all of this to tear from the seams
 At 3 am out on my front yard
 Singing stupid love songs on a heart shaped guitar
 And I don't wanna hear it, 'cause I don't even care
 The police are on their way so just stay right there
 So walk along with your tears in your eyes
 All the birds and the flies have a chance of salvation
 Walk along with your fears and your cries
 Realize that we're all gonna die, it's just a matter of patience
 Walk along with your tears in your eyes, but realize
 That it's not too late to repent and go to heaven
 Walk along with your eyes on the ground, but I'm around
 So have a seat and give me your first and last confession
 F you