Exit 7

The world is dying But they keep trying Putting patches on the wounds but they're still crying It's going under This ship will plunder It will shake and crumble by Almighty Thunder They keep heading down that road At a speed they can't control They're heading for obliteration fast No money or possessions Can provide the right protection Their pride will be resulting in their crash The world is heading for destruction They're going 105 and there's no obstruction Things won't remain the same They're going 105 in the southbound lane If you wanna keep surviving If you don't wanna share this fate Then you'd better get off soon 'fore it's too late On Exit 7