I'll be the bright white light at the end of the road
Letting everybody know that they are almost back home
I'll be the bright white light at the end of the road
Letting everybody know that they are almost back home
I'll be the bright white light at the end of the road
Letting everybody know that they are almost back home
I'll be the bright white light at the end of the road
Letting everybody know that it is time to go home
Oh yeah it's time to go home
Oh I wonder would what it would be like, to believe in the afterlife
I'd probably smile every time I sang
I'd probably gun around town shouting some obscure ancient man's name
No, I don't believe in the afterlife
I believe there's a thing called a gun, and there are things called knives
I believe they can destroy everything that you are inside
I believe nothing escapes once they decide
I know it's not easy being green
Orbiting the biggest star in the galaxy, me
You're just a moon
You shine through
But you reflect me too
You're just a moon
When you die too, more will be born to project through
But when my supernova hits
Maybe you will escape it
Yeah, when I supernova split
Maybe you will escape it
Yeah, when I supernova split
Maybe you will escape it
And you can tell the tale of the flame
Who up and changed his name
You can tell them how super I became
Yeah, you can tell them what it sounded like when I fried the final brain
Cause you can glorify the old pages
And be responsible for the new cages
Or you can say to hell with me
And you can get creative
So yeah, 666
You can call me a beast
But dial 666 when you decide it's time to come back and talk to me
I'll be waiting in the clouds
I've been shaping them into our new house
And when I hear the doorbell
I'll run and cover up my sulfur smell
Untangle my hair, hood my horns to greet you
Don't look up at them, look at what's underneath you
We're in the clouds
We're in the clouds
We're in the clouds
Right above jerusalem
Don't mind the flies
Baby, you'll get used to them
We're in the clouds
Right above jerusalem
Don't mind the flies
Baby, you'll get used to them
I'll be the bright white light at the end of the road
Letting everybody know that they are almost back home
I'll be the bright white light at the end of the show
Letting everybody know that it is time to go home
Oh yeah, it's time to go home
Oh that it's time to go home
Oh yeah, it's time to go home