The rapture came and gone
but no one went up the sky
We're all still waiting for the

Real space butterfly

The mayans tried to spare us

of the christmas dinner talks
That didn't happen,
again all I got was socks


Omens of death don't scare us
we grew up with all the haters

It's time to dominate the world
Post Arockalypse!


In a land where the rock rules the world
Babes will flock to the sound of my word
All I need is to sing

Post Arockalypse!

Omens of death don't scare us

we grew up with all the haters
This world needs Joe the rocker
Frankenstein the mother$#&@er

Badass and epic
survivor of the
Post Arockalypse!