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)