The end's not near;

It's here

Alleluia, spread the cheer

And watch the millenarians

Throw a party for a thousand years

You won't see the pious praying

They'll be too busy flaying

All the martyrs with better ways

To stop the world decaying

If you call me I won't be home

I'm hiding from the [bad word] 
They can't see everything on earth

With the satellites and the roving drones

This is why [bad word] is underground

Like a reclaimed bad part of town

We don't want to lose our souls

We're the saints who don't want to be found

The saints who don't want to be found (x 3)