Original lyrics
ENIf the end of the world is riding on a horse,
Or on any other creature that comes around in fours,
Still you can batten down the hatches and lock up all your doors,
But I'll be calling out.
When the canned food and whiskey is flying off the shelves,
With people screaming, "To survive you've got to save yourselves!"
When the size of your stockpile is a substitute for wealth
Then I'll be giving out.
As the story of our lives is winding down towards it's end,
I'd rather spend my time highlighting good parts that I've read,
Because regardless who you ask, be it a priest or physicist,
They'll tell you everything that ends will one day start again.
