Lyrics

3am, too tired to take a stand
red eyes and sores on my hand
seven angels buzzin round the battle zone
and mister B won't leave me alone
Armageddon Armageddon
i'm gettin tired of all the demolition
Armageddon Armageddon
I'm gettin tired of all your ambition

3 frogs croakin for the break of dawn
Singin praise the lord now it won't be long
seven bowls - ate three, smoked four
tryin to get the hell out of your
Armageddon Armageddon
i'm getting tired of all the demolition
Armageddon Armageddon
I'm gettin tired of all your ambition

Sour milk
tempest in my coffee cup
The Foggy bottom,
when you gonna blow it up?
Mister Bobson,
ain't there something that you missed?
Or has the rapture somehow come to this
Armageddon Armageddon?
i'm gettin tired of all the demolition
Armageddon Armageddon
I'm gettin tired of all your ambition
Armageddon Armageddon
i'm gettin tired of all the demolition
Armageddon Armageddon
Ain't you gettin tired of all my damn bitchin?

Armageddon Armageddon
Armageddon Armageddon
Armageddon Armageddon

(from In The Red Room)