Knocking on my door, they tell me it's time to go on
Last check in the mirror to see if anything's wrong
The writing's up on the wall
A warning shot to them all
It looks like this volcano is gonna blow

My head is spinning
It's the beginning of the end
The people freak out when I walk out there, so scared
Ooh, ooh

Nostradamus predicted a bomb would drop
And all our guitars will be hung in an old pawn shop
Will watch us brush off the dust
In heavy metal we trust
Then kick back and read The Sunday Times

My head is spinning
It's the beginning of the end
The people frеak out when I walk out there, so scarеd

Fifteen hundred thousand years
Wouldn't be enough to dry these tears
I'll still be here hanging on
And on and on
Things will never be the same
Save the pieces of your brain
(Scrounging and scavenging down in the dirt)
Better enjoy what you got

My head is spinning
It's the beginning of the end
The people freak out when I walk out there, so scared
Ooh, ooh