Look Happy, It's the End of the World

Well where will you be this afternoon?
 I cut off all my fingers
 No fame, I spill my guts and orphaned
 Desert isle, like orphaned
 Big bang
 Blink if you can hear me
 Box my ears, Daddy, box my ears
 Box my ears, Daddy, box my ears
 Hoping is out of style
 So look happy, it's the end of the world
 It's the end of the world
 (Unintelligible)
 I've got a big machine, it's black and blue
 Where will you be this afternoon?
 Meet me and I'll spill my guts, 'cause I'm open
 To anything I'm open
 For the first time
 And you can count the years
 Count the years
 Count the years
 Hoping is out of style
 So look happy, it's the end of the world
 It's the end of the world
 It's the end of the world
 It's the end of the world
 It's the end of the world
 It's the end of the world