This Is How the World Ends

These men who would be kings What a stupid thing As if the ghosts could ever walk the earth again Waging a war on their fellow man While the world ends These are the days of the grand old lunatic parade These are the nights of the blue eyes These are the final pages of the darkest age The clock is winding down And we all fall down we all fall down Oh This is how the world ends Oh This is how the world ends Oh This is how the world ends Oh This is how the world ends This is how the world ends These men who would be gods What a stupid lot As if the things they believe could ever be taught Marching their soldiers to their own plots While the world ends These are the nights of the devils hiding in plain sight These are the days of the talking heads These are the final pages of the darkest age The clock is winding down The clock is winding down clock is winding down The clock is winding down clock is winding down The clock is winding down clock is winding down And we all fall down we all fall down Oh This is how the world ends Oh This is how the world ends Oh This is how the world ends Oh This is how the world ends This is how the world ends This is how the world ends