rollin' out the grand parade
send up all the fire and wings
and spill out the sudden king
waiting for the world to end
you never knew you were that way
the rifle came before your name
and mothers share a slice of hope
waiting for the world to end
are waiting for the world to end
and all their favorite toys
are buried there beside their friends
huddled on a shadowed hill
the town is a fallen steed
chocolate milk and wounded bones
the rumors in the trembling leaves
are waiting for the world to end
and all their favorite toys
are buried there beside their friends
waiting for the world to end