When It All Goes To Hell

When it all goes to hell, I'll wear my red clogs,
I'll walk down the street, unaware of the frogs,
that rain from the sky to give us a sign
that God he is angry and for the end it is time.
The buildings will burn
and clothing I'll spurn
since I've nothing to hide from the good lord above
having led a life of passion and love.
So when it all goes to hell,
I'll be just swell.