The end of days or so they say

Hard times are a-coming
and you'd better get yourself ready
for the end of days
or so they say.
But I can't tell the difference.
I'm still working for a living.
and coming home to nothing on a plate.
The heads keep on talking
but my feet just go on walking
and the bus still don't come down my way.

I need my coffee and my cigarette
and a splash of water to clear my head
I'm tired and ornery and don't give a damn
about protocol and Uncle Sam.
Just want to get my work done and go back to bed.

Whew. I can't write worth a crap today.