Album Cover I'm Really Starting To Hope The World Ends In 2012

I'm Really Starting To Hope The World Ends In 2012

Misser

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It's all a hoax, auto tune, and lack of talent

Scripted reality, does that even make sense?

I'm so sick of the songs on the radio

I'm so sick of the songs on the radio

It's more like forty ounces until belligerence

Where's the freedom in a ten song repeat trance?

I'm so sick of the songs on the radio

I'm so sick of the songs on the radio

It's cool

I can just watch celebrities get married on TV

Turn every detail of life to mockery

I'm so sick of these stupid fucking TV shows

I'm so sick of these stupid fucking TV shows

I'm really starting to hope the world ends in two-thousand-twelve

We've collectively lost our minds

Yeah, I'll see you all in our new hell of 3D reality TV on repeat

Of 3D reality TV on repeat

Of 3D reality TV on repeat

Of 3D reality TV on repeat

So I guess I let go

I wish my stereo would blow up

I wish everyone would grow up

Why are you listening to me?

I'm so sick of the songs on the radio

I'm so sick of the songs on the radio

So I guess I let go

I wish my stereo would blow up

I wish everyone would grow up

Why are you listening to me?

I'm so sick of the songs on the radio

I'm so sick of the songs on the radio

I'm really starting to hope the world ends in two-thousand-twelve

We've collectively lost our minds

Yeah, I'll see you all in our new hell of 3D reality TV on repeat

Of 3D reality TV on repeat

Of 3D reality TV on repeat

Of 3D reality TV on repeat

Of 3D reality TV on repeat

Of 3D reality TV on repeat

I'm so sick of the songs on the radio

I'm so sick of the stupid fucking TV shows

I'm so sick of the songs on the radio

I'm so sick of the stupid fucking TV shows

I'm so sick of the songs on the radio

I'm so sick of the stupid fucking TV shows

(I'm really starting to hope the world ends in two-thousand-twelve)

I'm so sick of the songs on the radio

I'm so sick

(I'm really starting to hope the world ends in two-thousand-twelve)