Club Apocalypse
What if I actually am the last man dancing?
What if the milk and the honey just run dry?
If CNN says the planet's in peril
That means it's time to don your dance apparel
We're heating up like a humidor
So you'd best be getting your ass on the dance floor
Don't make no future plans
Just let me in your pants
'Cause this is our last dance
We're at the club apocalypse
There's not a shred of hope
But there's no velvet rope
Come on bring your plus-ones
Until it's minus Everyone
Step on inside and get high on some carbon dioxide
'Cuz you know there's not a damn thing that we can do
We didn't heed the call for conservation
So now we're sweatin' to the Revelations
I don't foresee a savior for me
But if you think he's coming back I'll sell you my SUV
Don't make no future plans
Just let me in your pants
Put your hands on my hips
We're at the club apocalypse
There's trouble in the sky
The end is drawing nigh
Let me betwixt your thighs
Until we kiss our ass goodbye