They're playing in central park Check out him, he's shouting at the gate Billy didn't tell you everything Or did he mention the magic day?
Well I figured it out from a fig tree It's the chosen fruit of the devil himself Now you've been bad for 50 years And now it looks like daddy's taking off his belt
Waiting for october I cross my fingers Cross my heart And hope to die
Waiting for october I'm in the book And I'll be learning how to fly
He's coming down but he's not alone He's gonna bring an army of saints And he's taking all his back home And then destroy what remains
Waiting for october I cross my fingers Cross my heart And hope to die
Waiting for october I'm in the book And I'll be learning To be winged To be winged
Hoping that the end Will start it all again
And that's when human history will die I said it must be what's so right about the day Cause it all ends in 1999 And commences on the 28th, the 28th, the 28th
