Drunk in east Orlando   With a pretty thing waiting home for me   I got a family in Seattle   A mom who prays on bended knee   Give him peace and give him purpose   Give him what they took from me   Now the odds of going nowhere are the odds I'd like to beat   An open letter to the pastors and politicians filled with greed   They say they have the answers   But it's a hundred dollars a seat   Now there's a war out on the desert   And there's a war inside of me   And our planet is on fire   From sea to shining to sea      It's slowly going down   But we all are bored to death   Armeggedon is going down   And no one gives a shit      Devils and angels pound on my face   But they really are not that strong   The DJ is spinning records   Terrible bands, terrible songs   Jason Smith pours me a beverage   Make it an island and make it long   He asks me about my records   And what's my inspiration for Move Along   It's all boring, it's all bullshit   But I'm glad you sang along      It's slowly going down   But we all are bored to death   Armeggedon is going down   And no one gives a shit      It's slowly going down   But we all are bored to death   Armeggedon is going down   And no one gives a shit