You better tell your Mama and tell your Daddy, too
The end is coming, oh, it's coming soon!


You better tell those wild children to cut their hair
Move into into the city and get prepared


But you and me, sister, we'll get our kicks
And as it all falls down, we will do the apocalypse!


You better tell your brother to go buy a gun
Go fight for his country and don't come back in a box


Forget about the flowers; forget about the blue sky
Forget about your money; forget about the sunshine


But you and me, sister, we'll get our kicks
And as it all falls down, we will do the apocalypse!


Let's get loaded on a roof somewhere

I'll play guitar and you can wear that pretty dress

Oh, give me a goodbye kiss...and do the apocalypse!