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