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