New song and video on Youtube
Welcome to Capitol Hell, once America’s SAFEST city
Now a lawless wasteland of violence and crime
For whom tolls the bell, it’s 17 seconds to midnight
Better get out of town, before you run out of time
Get out of the city, there’s a gathering Storm
What’s coming ain’t pretty, don’t say you weren’t warned
Of the gathering storm
Sit back and enjoy the show
Front Row Seat to the End of the World
We’re headed for the country - Got no fear at all
We’ll be riding with that convoy - Got no fear
From higher ground we’ll watch as everything crumbles and falls
Welcome to Capitol Hell, once America’s RICHEST city
Now a virtual Meta-Ghetto of hunger and dread
Fighting over empty shelves, shoot your neighbour for a gallon of gas
Trade a bar of gold for a loaf of bread
Run from the city, and Head for the Hills
What’s coming ain’t pretty, gonna learn some new skills
Head for the hills
Sit back and enjoy the show
Front Row Seat to the End of the World
We're stocking up the pantry - Got no fear at all
We’re relearning all the old ways - Got no fear
Tend our garden patiently - as everything crumbles and falls
Welcome to Capitol Hell, once America’s HEALTHIEST city
Now a dystopian plague ward of misery and doom
Scan your freedom chip to buy or sell
Lynched by the mob for not wearing a mask
Better vaxx them babies while they’re still in the womb
Get out of the city, and head for the Farm
What’s coming ain’t pretty, to be forewarned is forearmed
Head for the Farm
Sit back and enjoy the show
Front Row Seat to the End of the World
We choose to breathe Freely - Got no fear at all
Hug our friends and family - Got no fear
Say grace together quietly - as everything crumbles and falls
Welcome to Capitol Hell, once America’s FREEST city
Now on permanent lockdown, with checkpoints, barbed-wire and barricades
It’s every man for himself, rat out your Granny for 2 minutes of hate
Don’t get caught outside after the sun goes down
Run from the city, Get back to the land
What’s coming ain’t pretty, make our last stand
Get back to the land…
Sit back and enjoy the show
Front Row Seat to the End of the World
We’ll travel without boundaries - Got no fear at all
We’ll say whatever we damn well please - Got no fear at all
And return to Eden naturally as it was before the fall
Welcome to Capitol Hell, once America’s SAFEST city
Now a lawless wasteland of violence and crime
For whom tolls the bell, it’s 17 seconds to midnight
Better get out of town, before you run out of time
Get out of the city, there’s a gathering Storm
What’s coming ain’t pretty, don’t say you weren’t warned
Of the gathering storm
Sit back and enjoy the show
Front Row Seat to the End of the World
We’re headed for the country - Got no fear at all
We’ll be riding with that convoy - Got no fear
From higher ground we’ll watch as everything crumbles and falls
Welcome to Capitol Hell, once America’s RICHEST city
Now a virtual Meta-Ghetto of hunger and dread
Fighting over empty shelves, shoot your neighbour for a gallon of gas
Trade a bar of gold for a loaf of bread
Run from the city, and Head for the Hills
What’s coming ain’t pretty, gonna learn some new skills
Head for the hills
Sit back and enjoy the show
Front Row Seat to the End of the World
We're stocking up the pantry - Got no fear at all
We’re relearning all the old ways - Got no fear
Tend our garden patiently - as everything crumbles and falls
Welcome to Capitol Hell, once America’s HEALTHIEST city
Now a dystopian plague ward of misery and doom
Scan your freedom chip to buy or sell
Lynched by the mob for not wearing a mask
Better vaxx them babies while they’re still in the womb
Get out of the city, and head for the Farm
What’s coming ain’t pretty, to be forewarned is forearmed
Head for the Farm
Sit back and enjoy the show
Front Row Seat to the End of the World
We choose to breathe Freely - Got no fear at all
Hug our friends and family - Got no fear
Say grace together quietly - as everything crumbles and falls
Welcome to Capitol Hell, once America’s FREEST city
Now on permanent lockdown, with checkpoints, barbed-wire and barricades
It’s every man for himself, rat out your Granny for 2 minutes of hate
Don’t get caught outside after the sun goes down
Run from the city, Get back to the land
What’s coming ain’t pretty, make our last stand
Get back to the land…
Sit back and enjoy the show
Front Row Seat to the End of the World
We’ll travel without boundaries - Got no fear at all
We’ll say whatever we damn well please - Got no fear at all
And return to Eden naturally as it was before the fall
Sit back and enjoy the show
interestingly , we’ve just today discusses (in a joking way) that it seems it’s time to build up a dugout in the woods:)))