Sweet Song of Apocalypse

When the sea floods the sky and the town of Los Angeles

And the water flows cold through my bones and the soles of my old black boots

When the sky turns gray and our hands fly up in the air

I’ll be looking for you in the place that you said you’d be there

Ohh

When the men who wear black seem to fall in the track of the human race

I’ll be banging my drum in the sun with my feet in the sand

And I’ll know it’s alright by the look in your eyes when you stare

Stare at me, stare at me

Ohh

It’s the end of the world (ha ha ha)

It’s the end of the world, world, world (ha ha)

It’s the end of the world

Tell me please have you seen my mother, my father, or my sister

They’ll be long gone now, lost in a crowd of disease

And I’ll fend for myself and expect you to do the same

Keep that smile as clean as the ones on TV

Ohh

It’s the end of the world (ha ha ha)

It’s the end of the world, world, world (ha ha)

It’s the end of my world... (repeat)