Lyrics:
The population has greatly decreased
So the odds are greatly increased
That one day I'll get a chance
To kiss your lips
Each night I thank the Lord
For the apocalypse
People are mostly disfigured and dead
But I won't let it go to my head
My mama's face has run down to the dirt
But I'm still chasing chitterlings, whiskey, and skirt
written and played by
Matt \"Chitlins\" Spiegel
Jon \"Whiskey\" Spiegel
John \"Skirt\" Rice