Sweet Holy Jesus, there's a wall of molasses
Coming for me and my family
Don't get me wrong, I love disasters
But I haven't had breakfast or a cup of coffee
One hundred years from now
On the other side of town
There'll be a house party
And the Dresden Dolls will play
But I haven't the time to think of that now
Sweet sticky death is headed my way
Regulations just slow down the process
Inspections, we've got nothing to hide
Pay no attention to the groaning and creaking
Pay no attention to that growing dark tide
One hundred years from now
On this very spot
There'll be a quiet park
Where the children can play
But I haven't the time to think of that now
Sweet sticky death is headed my way
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