When the Apocalypse Comes

Every night we walked the ledge in a nihilistic scene When daylight came we lay in velvet, and lived beyond our means Now turn on the news, ya feel som numb I'll never learn to love the bomb But I don't care what's Funky Chick Yeah, I'm on my mountain peak And I'll just sit and wait till it all goes pop When the apocalypse comes I got the perfect spot Baby come back, I ain't talking smack I got a good thing going in England There's a '59 with your name on the side You can drive like we're big in dreamland Such a shame we never stuck it out When the music was still underground Now baby just check my game I'm still a Lad Insane Ya ain't no Guinevere, I ain't no Lancelot But when the apocalypse comes I got the perfect spot, yeah Alright On 14th street the siren screams Remind you were you are tonight Where junkies walk in straight lines And the cops won't get noe fight Out in Union Square with our rock 'n' roll hair Like the days of Stone Cold Fever We gotta storm the stage, break out the cage Convert the non-believers, children! Radio spilling jaded words, nothing's as it used to be They can spread that hate but I'm still in love like it's 1973 When two is one we're stronger than blood We're gonna cross that bridge above Yeah, we'll bring it back to life With passion for the place and time And we'll be Cool-Hand Luke while all the heads are hot When the apocalypse comes I got the perfect spot When the apocalypse comes I got the perfect spot When the apocalypse comes I got the perfect spot, yeah Right here in my arms!