Two years

We got two more solid years
Before the bottom drops out
And the slate has been wiped clear
The craft girls will make it through
They're gonna know just what to do

The mayan phantoms spoke!
It just seems like that when even your old man's broke
You know he'll make it through
So how bout you?

Wrapped in a shroud that sucks out loud
What a shame
Waking up and rinsing off the night in acid rain
Again and again and again

We got two more years of bliss
Before we lose our legs in a final cleansing piss!
There's a book on what to do
And here comes part two

Through this precious joke
We'll laugh ourselves to sleep in clouds of smoke
And talk of what we knew
When it don't come true

Wrapped in a shroud that sucks out loud
What a shame
Waking up and rinsing off the night in acid rain
Again and again and again
Again and again and again
Again and again and again