End of days

Look out there,
see that, boy ?
They want yer juice.
They're dry, them circlin' desert buzzards
All's they want's yer juice, boy.
But, don't you worry none,
'cause I ain't gonna let that happen.
Just do exactly what i tell ya
Ya got that, boy ?

We're gonna make it outa here.
Almost nobody makes it out,
you know that, don't ya, boy ?
But we're gonna make it
sure as them dried-up buzzards
are droolin' and lickin' their chops,
as they swoop and oogle ya.
Just hang on, boy
it's gonna be one helluva ride.
Hold onto whatever ya deem holy;
'cause yer gonna need it, boy
Here we go, boy,
Here we go.