The Stills

We all need to feel secure and so middle-class
But I'm still waiting for next week's chemical blast
Don't go feelin' insecure, no feelin' sad
With an M-16, you'll feel the surge of you're American past
But are you afraid, you always said the world will never last
Know that I'm not afraid, if you star-wipe all your past away
And the sun comes one more day
Lola, Lola,
Will the world end? Me and you
Lola, Lola,
No we're never going to make it through