Now It's Time

Now it’s time, now it’s time.

The end is near, very near.

There’s no rose on the vine.

No they don’t grow here.

Raining fire, raining fire.

And there’s blood in the leaves.

Smoke is blowing forty miles.

Thunder rolling through the trees.

And all these things will come to pass.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

And all these things will come to pass.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Now it’s time, now it’s time.

The end is near, very near.

There’s no rose on the vine.

No they don’t grow here.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Enjoy it while it lasts.