The World Is Ending (No One Cares)

You know you lot are all an abomination,
 and in an hour you're all meeting in Hell?
 Each of your sins will be counted and numbered
 at the gates of heaven - Have you thought of all of the lies you can tell
 to St. Peter when he asks you the question:
 "Have you been saved? Can you tell me his name?"
 The wine and liquor in your throats'll disable
 any chance you have to answer with a word that'll win you the game
 So buy a ride on the H-train to your destiny
 Take a ride, an express lane to your doom
 You know you lot are all lying with Satan,
 and in an hour you'll be begging him "please,
 give me a minute of relief from the suffering"
 But he'll only turn the fire up, and do it with the greatest of ease
 And St. Peter will be laughing in heaven,
 a million miles gone from you and your screams,
 and I'll be sitting at the feet of the father
 Bring the bomb and my salvation,
 time for all of this to tear from the seams
 So buy a ride on the H-train to your destiny
 Take a ride an express lane to your doom
 Buy a ride on the H-train I'm in ecstasy
 Cause when you ride that express lane, yeah you're screwed
 So walk along with your tears in your eyes
 All the birds and the flies have a chance of salvation
 Walk along with your fears and your cries
 Realize that we're all gonna die, it's just a matter of patience
 Walk along with your tears in your eyes,
 but realize that it's not too late to repent and go to heaven
 Walk along with your eyes to the ground, but I'm around -
 So have a seat and give me your first and last confession