lebrad

  The population is greatly decreased.
  And now the odds are greatly increased,
  that I may someday get a chance
  to kiss your lips.
  I thank the lo-o-ord each day
  for the apocalypse.

  Folks are mostly disfigured or dead,
  but sugar, I wont let it go to my head.
  My mama's face has dripped down into the dirt.

  But I'm still chasin' chitlins, whiskey and skirt.