Doomsday

Say goodbye, because the world Is coming to an end. Do not shoot the messenger – I’m warning you, my friend. Gather all ye rosebuds (Even that which is a sled) And have a final champagne toast Or have a beer instead. Do not fret – it’s destiny. There’s nothing you can do. Search on Google all you want And you won’t find a clue. Watch your Showtime On Demand; Tomorrow is too late. For Carrie, Saul and Brody – well, We’ll never know their fate. You should heed the words I say; Believe me, I’m not lyin’. I’m lucky that the calendar I bought last year was Mayan!