The End of the World

I'm going to see you at the end of the world When it comes round, it comes round At the rapture I'll be dancing in a twirl Spinning round, spinning round God's breath ain't a breeze It's a red hot burning wind It tears off the skin of everyone who's sinned When time has come to an end And when The Horsemen take the call And ride on down, ride on down When all the kings and their kingdoms fall Down to the ground, to the ground The Word is a scream Ringing out across the land Hear the angels' bells ring Ring a ding ding... When it rains that holy fire I'll watch the world become a funeral pyre As I raise up into the sky And I drift higher and higher and higher I'm going to tap dance through them Pearly Gates I'm going to sing in the promised land I'm going to kneel down by The Lord Himself I'm going to take Him by the hand And we'll go dancing cheek to cheek Fuck the weak, swing by the meek It's just you and me lord The bold and the free, lord The subject and thee, lord The angels sing for me lord