How u feelin?

"And they drove him there
Like a key to a skeptic
When the bills start nibbling through the door
And whoa, whoa, whoa they're gone..."

Won't you come in
And let's get started
This angel's fallen
So hear my calling

The beats are rolling
The tension's growing
So join our reverie
Walk into heaven

We're driving Lambourghini's and we're sipping on martini's
We're slurping on linguinis but we're spying on bikinis
We're sowing what we're reaping but we're here to set you free and
Apocolypse is nearing, won't you tell me how you feeling?

Bringing it closer than an eye holes at your service
Nevermind, the Secadona is no place to work
double rhyming laying strong on the tab of the nervous
And the design all gone, packing fruit for dessert

It's for infamy, same as the next man walking
Taxable personal business
Finding it so difficult to tell the difference
Between key and non-structional and biggest hits

Hey you may find your sound
And then I'll open up the doors of love
And steal the gangster in town
But if you give me the crutch
Down in the home of the dead
I'll crave nothing much like
(I'm back)
Enough

Driving Lambourghini's and we're sipping on martini's
With caviar and bellinis but we're spying on bikinis
And if that dancing's good enough we're here to set you free
Apocolypse is nearing, won't you tell me how you feeling?

Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh!

Apocolypse is nearing
So tell me how you feeling?
Yeah, I can hear you screaming
But tell me how you feeling?
Apocolypse is nearing
So tell me how you feeling?
You're kicking and screaming
But tell me how you feeling?

Kicking the clone
The rain is pouring
And I don't know what's worse
Sitting here in the back of a hearse
Barbecue's so warm and
The speedbumps are forming
The bitching summer
The gods are killing
The fires are burning
The pages turning
And I'm the chosen one
I wasn't chosen for this
For the song you sung and you been kissed
And my condolonces son, this ain't fun for anyone
Please ignore the clemency
Amen.