You've been counting on a Sunday
Oh, the world, the world, the world has gone insane
Over something, over nothing
You get excited over everything that's said
OW!!
You've been counting on a savior
Hide your feelings, oh you gotta keep them safe
Once a Baptist still a man is
Just one long shot, everything you feel is spent
Last night's a loaded gun
You'd better hope that the world won't end tonight
All the mothers, love your sons
You'd better hope that the world won't end cause
You've been betting on yourself again
You better leave, at least you still have a friend
When you're bankrupt and you're out of luck
The odds are dropping, it's about time you duck
Last night's a loaded gun
You'd better hope that the world won't end tonight
All the mothers, love your sons
You'd better hope that the world won't end cause
You've come too far
Think of all the people you'd hurt
You'd only make your mother cry
It's not ok, all right
Last night's a loaded gun
You'd better hope that the world won't end tonight
All the mothers, love your sons
You'd better hope that the world won't end because
You've come too far
Think of all the people you'd miss
