Misser I'm Really Starting To Hope The World Ends In 2012 Lyrics

It's all a hoax, auto tune, and lack of talent
Scripted reality, does that even make sense?
I'm so sick of the songs on the radio
I'm so sick of the songs on the radio

It's more like forty ounces until belligerence
Where's the freedom in a ten song repeat trance?
I'm so sick of the songs on the radio
I'm so sick of the songs on the radio
It's cool
I can just watch celebrities get married on TV
Turn every detail of life to mockery
I'm so sick of these stupid f*cking TV shows
I'm so sick of these stupid f*cking TV shows

I'm really starting to hope the world ends in two-
thousand-twelve
We've collectively lost our minds
Yeah, I'll see you all in our new hell of 3D reality TV
on repeat
Of 3D reality TV on repeat
Of 3D reality TV on repeat
Of 3D reality TV on repeat

So I guess I let go
I wish my stereo would blow up
I wish everyone would grow up
Why are you listening to me?
I'm so sick of the songs on the radio
I'm so sick of the songs on the radio So I guess I let go
I wish my stereo would blow up
I wish everyone would grow up
Why are you listening to me?
I'm so sick of the songs on the radio
I'm so sick of the songs on the radio

I'm really starting to hope the world ends in two-
thousand-twelve
We've collectively lost our minds
Yeah, I'll see you all in our new hell of 3D reality TV
on repeat
Of 3D reality TV on repeat
Of 3D reality TV on repeat
Of 3D reality TV on repeat
Of 3D reality TV on repeat
Of 3D reality TV on repeat

I’m so sick of the songs on the radio
I’m so sick of the stupid f*cking TV shows
I’m so sick of the songs on the radio
I’m so sick of the stupid f*cking TV shows
I’m so sick of the songs on the radio
I’m so sick of the stupid f*cking TV shows
(I’m really starting to hope the world ends in two-
thousand-twelve)
I’m so sick of the songs on the radio
I’m so sick
(I’m really starting to hope the world ends in two-
thousand-twelve)

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