Joel

Twister is touching ground
The ground begins to shake
And the water is rising

The sky is turning black
The stars are all snuffed out
And the moon, the moon is bleeding

Put on my cleanest shirt
And I comb my hair
Got to look my best
Got to look good for the end of days

Locust have eaten their fill
The apples hanging rotten
And the fields are on fire

Old men will dream their dreams
Young men will see visions
And your children will prophesy

Put on my cleanest shirt
And I comb my hair
Got to look my best
Got to look good for the end of days

There’s a sign by the side of the road
It says, are you ready
The end is near