When The Apocalypse Comes

Every night we walked the ledge in a nihilistic scene
When daylight came we lay in velvet, and lived beyond our means
Now turn on the news, ya feel som numb
I'll never learn to love the bomb

But I don't care what's Funky Chick
Yeah, I'm on my mountain peak
And I'll just sit and wait till it all goes pop
When the apocalypse comes
I got the perfect spot

Baby come back, I ain't talking smack
I got a good thing going in England
There's a '59 with your name on the side
You can drive like we're big in dreamland
Such a shame we never stuck it out
When the music was still underground

Now baby just check my game
I'm still a Lad Insane
Ya ain't no Guinevere, I ain't no Lancelot
But when the apocalypse comes
I got the perfect spot, yeah
Alright

On 14th street the siren screams
Remind you were you are tonight
Where junkies walk in straight lines
And the cops won't get noe fight

Out in Union Square with our rock 'n' roll hair
Like the days of Stone Cold Fever
We gotta storm the stage, break out the cage
Convert the non-believers, children!

Radio spilling jaded words, nothing's as it used to be
They can spread that hate but I'm still in love like it's 1973
When two is one we're stronger than blood
We're gonna cross that bridge above

Yeah, we'll bring it back to life
With passion for the place and time
And we'll be Cool-Hand Luke while all the heads are hot
When the apocalypse comes
I got the perfect spot
When the apocalypse comes
I got the perfect spot
When the apocalypse comes
I got the perfect spot, yeah

Right here in my arms!