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