Five Four-closures of the Apocolypse

Goodness
God less
No sense
Pestialciance
Ride the horses
Of the Apocolypyse
Conquest
War
Famine
Fame
Death
Destruction
Give it any name
Well the Hell with it
America can fill it
That Special ticket

We're gonna ride them horses
Into the ground
They gotta message
Sing it out loud

We love Famine
We love Fame
We love Fortune
We love Shame
We love Destruction
We have no name
We could care less about Shame
It’s all about the game.

To conquer
To Digest
Social inquest
I’ve been there
It’s Destructive
And it’s been here
All the time