GBRO

Show's over. It's too late
I've got nothing to say for myself
On the eve of the Great Big Running Out

And I'm so far away, at the end of the day
I guess we had a good run, but
I won't feel a thing til it's long gone

NOW I'm sobering up
I'm rubbing my eyes
I stayed up too late, NOW I gotta
Watch the sun rise

So who's hand is on the switch anyways?
And who's getting stuck with the cost
In the event of a great big shutting off?

And how many of us can honestly say
We'd stand even a chance alone
In the aftermath of the inevitable crash?

NOW I've come to expect
Just more of the same
But in the absolute worst possible way