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