Occupational Hazards Songtext

There's something pending and it pulls like a splinter.
We breathe in summer, pray for nuclear winter.
Hope it ends with a bang, not a whimper.
Try hard to look presentable,
Drink to drown out your deepest fear:
That you'll wake up tomorrow and the world is still here.
You'll wake up tomorrow.
It goes on and on and on.

Anxious, restless. Ticking of the black box in your heart.