'Twas London Bridge, the vision came, oh
Lee Hazlewood you were singing
As you descended from the clouds
Your head was burning your arms were open
Lamb of God, or did I spell it wrong?
Was that enough to make you come?
Am I enough to make you stay?
Oh, here comes the apocalypse
And I can't get enough of it
Meet you at the bus stop
Tell me to wait, but I won't
You're my burial ground
I'm in love with the sound
You make into the microphone
I just wanna make you
'Twas on the banks, the Ohio
One kiss and I was disembowelled
Ans your chattering teeth
And my shuddering spine
You took me on top the mahogany chairs in the kitchen
The pigeons were witches
They whispered they whispered that you'll be mine
For a time
Was that enough to make you come?
Am I enough to make you stay?
Oh, here comes the apocalypse
And I can't get enough of it
Meet you at the bus stop
Tell me to wait, but I won't
You're my burial ground
I'm in love with the sound
You make into the microphone
I just wanna make you stay
But all I can give you is a street sign
All I can give you is your name in lights forever
And ain't that so much better
Than a ring on my finger?
Than a ring on my finger?
Oh, here comes the apocalypse
And I can't get enough of it
Meet you at the bus stop
Tell me to wait, but I won't
You're my burial ground
I'm in love with the sound you make into the microphone
I just wanna make you mine
All I can give you is a street sign
All I can give your name in lights forever
And ain't so much better
Than a ring on my finger?
Than a ring on my finger
Than a ring on my finger
