Raining Planets - The Crimea

Currently residing in the 'Where Are They Now' file,

burnt out and in denial.

Throwing shapes at the mirror with your hair brush, singing along

to «Ever Fallen in Love» by

End up working in the Domino’s Pizza,

shades on, incognito.

Turned down for the managers position for carrying on.

Where the Fonz left off in the sixties.

They’re freaking me out,

vultures are circling now.

The end of the world,

it’s only the end of the world.

There’s no need to start freaking out.

Last seen holding up a Seven Eleven,

strung out, disheveled.

They could tell it was a water pistol, the cops turned up

before you drew any blood, but that’s just your luck.

They’re freaking me out,

vultures are circling now.

The end of the world,

it’s only the end of the world.

There’s no need to start freaking out, it’s just the end of time.

They’re freaking me out…

Accident, emergency, just talk to me,

smile if you still can.

Don’t let the bastards get you down,

theres more to life than Tequila,

girl, these visions of your name in flowers.

Smile for deliverance.

Happy fucking Christmas soldier,

long time no forgiveness.

It’s raining planets,

it’s only the end of the world.