Cockroach Milk

Meet me at the end of the world

Before peace and order has be returned

And when fallout and radiation rule the land

Won't you join me at the death of the earth?

No more new beginnings, no new rebirth

We can sit and chat, or maybe just walk around

And where cockroach milk is the drink of choice,

Where there's no more Ray-Bans, no more Rolls-Royce

And when the human race has burnt itself to the ground

Cockroach milk is the drink of the day

There's nothing to be said for this moral dismay