The Apocalypse was now, we were obliterated then.
Well if I were a betting man, you can bet I'd hedge my bets.
Just as we discovered, a meaning to our end.
And if you are a beggar then, you had better start to beg.
'Cause when we arrive in Hell, we'll know the way around.
We'll marvel at the smell, won't flinch at any sound.
And we'll dance and swing like pendulums, rips the guts out of the clocks.
We'll use our imaginations to work our way around the locks.