If you haven't got a plan

For the end of the world

Then you better get one soon

Better than being burned

Their chemicals are tuned to strip away the skin

The buster-bunker bombs don't let anyone live

And if they do, boots on the ground will finish you

They're coming

When the apocalypse hits

Will you be at the end

Of the world without a plan?

Or the earth down under, bunkerland

Their gas is tested on kids born thе colour wrong

The president has flеd, he's in a kiwi shed

And just like him, boots on the ground will finish you

They're coming

Repeating everything from before

Repeating everything from before