The end's not near
It's here
Hallelujah
Spread the cheer
And watch the millenarians
Throw a party for a thousand years

You won't see the pious praying
They'll be too busy flaying
All the martyrs with better ways
To stop the world decaying

If you call me I won't be home
I'll be hiding from the kingdom come
They can't see everything on earth
With the satellites and the roving drones
With the satellites and the roving drones

This is why hell is underground
Like a reclaimed bad part of town
We don't want to lose our souls
We're the saints who don't want to be found
The saints who don't want to be found
The saints who don't want to be found
The saints who don't want to be found