Tijuana Blues (Apocalypse Saga)

Please call mother, father
The sky's coming down

High on the moonlight, ooh
There's no upside to the downtime
Got my left side on my far right
And what's out now will be in-sight
If it's out of sight then you're out of your mind
I've been seeing with some different eyes
Are you okay? Blame me
You're the dog of the month
I need somebody's punch card
This bitch is eating mine up
I don't have all day
Oh, if you can't make your mind up
Better yet, boy, we'll go to Tijuana
Second-guess who we thought we were 'till that point
Then the world will end
And it won't be my fault

Please call mother, father
The sky's coming down, tonight
Sky falling, end of days
Our pupils lock as they dilate
You dial me in, you flash a smile
I know the meaning, you wanna dance
You look at me like you gon' kill me now
Pull the trigger, do it, fucking hunt me down