The Day of Creation by Charles Douglas Lyrics

We've run out of days
To mend our suicidal ways
The doctor's in the bathroom
Learning how to pray

The water levels rise
We try to hide
At the top of the hotel
To watch the high tide

This is the day of creation
This is the day of creation

Amy's in the fridge
Trying to keep her cool
Running out of time
Drinking all the while

We spend the fuel
That powers the hotel generator
The air conditioning fails
It's time to set sail
This is the day of creation
This is the day of creation

We just passed abandoned towns
The white hot sun always beats down
We can never turn around
We're too tired to drown

We run out of food
Cancer eats Amy's eyes
129 degrees
I can't hear, I can't see

I can't breathe

This is the day of creation
This is the day of creation

Oh yeah
It's the day of creation

Oh yeah
It's the day
The day of creation