The End of Days - Rick Miller

The Priest:\nI wonder what you’ll be doing, Come the end of Days.\nMy eyes I think deceive me, looking through this haze.\nI wake up in the morning and I’m staring at the wall.\nI don’t know how to even start to try and tell them all.\nThe voices in my head are coming\nclearly through the haze,\nTelling me it’s time to go, It is The End of Days.\nThe people of this city, they don’t know what’s going on.\nMy words to them mean nothing more\nthan lyrics in a song.\nThey live their lives of pity, just like rats into a maze.\nThey don’t know it’s time to go, it is The End of Days.\nGeorge the Converted:\nI’ve been good, I’ve been good.\nThough I didn’t go to church when I should.\nDoes that mean the end will come sooner to me?\nI can try, I can try.\nBut will it help save my soul when I die?\nWhat’s the plan? My judgement it rests in your hands.\nThe Priest:\nI wake up in the morning and I’m staring at the wall.\nI don’t know how to even start to try and tell them all.\nThe voices in my head are coming\nclearly through the haze.\nTelling me it’s time to go. It is The End of Days.