I'm getting kicked
At every orifice
The internet says it will
Be alright
And I'm pretty good at
Believing lies
But this
Low-grade apocalypse
Has got me thinking maybe
I was wrong
For thinking I knew any
Things at all
I'm getting kicked
Out of the world
I'm getting kicked out of the world
I'm getting kicked out of the world
I'm getting kicked out of the world
I'm getting lit
As the kids say these days
There are no consequences
To catching fire
As long as you're sure you won't
Have to drive
Like taking the kids to school
Or showing up to work
Or driving back home from work
It makes me tired
Just thinking about it
But I'm getting kicked
Out of the world
I'm getting kicked out of the world
I'm getting kicked out of the world
I'm getting kicked out of the world
This Sunday
In between eight and twelve
In the big tall church on Liberty
They're gonna shoot me into space
In a personal rocket made just for me
So I might end up in New York
Or maybe South Australia
Or Mars
I'm getting kicked
Out of the world
I'm getting kicked out of the world
I'm getting kicked out of the world
I'm getting kicked out of the world
This Sunday