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!