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
