The Gone Jackals - Chitlins Whiskey And Skirt (a.k.a The Apocalypse)
"The population is greatly decreased.
And now the odds are greatly increased.
That i may someday get a chance,
To kiss your lips.
I thank the lo-o-ord each day,
For the apocalypse.
Folks are mostly disfigured or dead
But, sugar, i wont let it go to my head.
My mama's face has dripped down into the dirt."
(From the Full throttle OST)