You see us down in the subway, or maybe out in the park
Suburban house in your suburban street
We don't go out after dark
Because the sunlight is like his warm embrace
The sign is coming some day
He'll speak to us with the honey voice: 'take our hand child, follow the way'
Brothers and sisters rejoice
Sing with one voice
Newspapers don't understand us, same with the 6 o'clock news
Concerned citizens brand us
They are ignoring the truth
One day we'll fly through the air and reach the end of the universe
Life is better over there, at the end of the universe
Brothers and sisters rejoice
Sing with one voice
(But don't sing them doomsday cult blues)
So take our hand now you're one with us
Breathe deep and open your mind
Be reborn, be filled with the light
We're on the path up to the sky
We're done with biding our time
We know the end's almost here
There'll be no hatred or loneliness, there'll be no boredom or fear.
There will be no doomsday cult blues
So come join the doomsday cult sonny!
Join the circle now sister!
Don't cry mother, mother don't cry - rejoice for our brothers and sisters!
