Drawn up all my findings and I warn you they are candid My every day begins with reminders I've been stranded On this planet where I've landed, 'neath this gray-as-granite sky A place I wake up blushin' like I'm ashamed to be alive How long can a world go on under such a subtle God? How long can a world go on with no word from God? See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God Trotting the sod of the visible with no new word from God We're just drinkin' margaritas at the mall That's what this stuff adds up to after all Magenta, orange, acid green Peacock blue and mercury Drinkin' margaritas at the mall Standin' in the shadows of the signposts on the road Fifty gates of understanding, forty-nine are closed Yes, I guess this time I really hit that number on the nose What I'd give for an hour with a tower on the throne How long can a world go on under such a subtle God? How long can a world go on with no word from God? See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God Trotting the sod of the visible with no new word from God We're just drinkin' margaritas at the mall This happy hour's got us by the balls Magenta, orange, acid green Peacock blue and mercury Drinkin' margaritas at the mall We're drinking margaritas at the mall Drinkin' margaritas at the mall
It should start about 134:30 Horror themed because 2020 feels like a Slasher movie; you know it's only going to get worse and it's just a matter of when & how