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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 
 [bad word] join the doomsday cult sonny! 
Join the circle now sister! 
Don't cry mother, mother don't cry - rejoice for our brothers and sisters!