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 Nostradamus predicted a bomb would drop And all our guitars will be hung in an old pawn shop 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 freak out when I walk out there, so scared 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