She was a BaptistHe was a modelShe said she never had a drink but sheâs gonna eat the worm out the bottleChugging on the jug of lifeHe found JesusShe found her G-spotIt took her 21 years and a couple of beers to make the world stopWaiting for the end to comeAnd they donât mind dyingIâm just living on a perfect dayRiding on a perfect waveWaiting for the end to comeEnjoy your visit no one gets to stayNever let it slip awayWaiting for the end to comeShe was straight edge, he was pre-medFound em ankles and ears in the backroom dancing with the dead headsSucking on the breast of lifeWith a shot glass, chin strap, carburetor, mud flapCanât afford a chicken so you got to buy a hooker in a hatch backWaiting for the end to comeAnd it smells like MondayAhh and I donât even care I want no death bed regretsSo stop ringing that bell ’cause Iâm not finished yetIâm just living on a perfect dayRiding on a perfect waveWaiting for the end to comeEnjoy your visit no one gets to stayNever let it slip awayWaiting for the end to come