Self-proclaimed prophets among us
Promoting their brand of fear
Saying won't you please come join us
The end is drawing near

From the heating of the planet
To the cooling of the same
If it doesn't work to suit us
We'll just up change the name

From their long list of dos and don'ts
One thing is perfectly clear
I'll be sitting here with the remote
In my underwear

As the world collapses around me
There's only so much a man can do
While both sides argue over
The latest lie disguised as truth

They all have their major talking points
As they point to the falling sky
Either it will or it won't
But we're still all going to die

They can raise high all the banners
Waving doom, gloom, and despair
And me I'll just be sitting here
A couch potato in my underwear

With no time left to fix it
And chicken little on the loose
The only option we have is to write the check
And let so called experts do what they do

As they grumble their Mumbo Jumbo
Scream out their Heebie-Jeebies
They're digging a hole for every last soul
Including the likes of me

Guess you already know how I cope
As if I really care
Remember the part about the remote
And me in my underwear