Ten years he said from the front seat,

Heading south on Georgia concrete,

With time runnin' short in a white Escort,

We had the end of the world to beat.

Believe me there's no denying,

That the earth is rapidly dying,

Heading 95 south with a Camel in his mouth

My eyes were burning but not crying.



Ten minutes east of Conyers Town,

We hit a massive fuss wearing cherry brown,

He said,