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