We’re All Going to Hell

Either the rapture didn’t happen
Or we’re all going to hell
Put your hands over your nose
Try to ignore that burning smell
Either the rapture didn’t happen
Or we’re all going to hell
Put your hands over your nose
Try to ignore that burning smell
Brixton’s on fire
And the heat’s starting to spread
So let’s get out the water cannon
To blind people from the dead
Tottenham’s on fire
Hate has spilled into our streets
A seething wave of fury
Is pooling up around our feet
Either the rapture didn’t happen
Or we’re all going to hell
Put your hands over your nose
Try to ignore that burning smell
Either the rapture didn’t happen
Or we’re all going to hell
Put your hands over your nose
Try to ignore that burning smell
London’s on fire
Homes are turning into ash
Forget about your wealth
Because the banks are out of cash
England’s on fire
We’ll engulf ourselves in flame
We’ll turn upon ourselves
When we have no one left to blame
Either the rapture didn’t happen
Or we’re all going to hell
Put your hands over your nose
Try to ignore that burning smell
Either the rapture didn’t happen
Or we’re all going to hell
Put your hands over your nose
Try to ignore that burning smell