These are the days, marching t'ward us with vengeance in their eyes
These are the days, racing t'ward us with blood on their teeth and lips
And I can hardly wait to hear that great trumpet sound pouring down out across the land
These, these are the days that must happen to you
These, these are the days that must happen to you
These are the days that must happen to you
Bloody times ahead for God's chosen few
With our instruments swords, weapons of war
Marching around the city seven times
And I can hardly wait to hear that great trumpet sound, pouring down a cross out across the land
So we approach the end, when God judges man's sin
Yeah the time is running thin
Let the countdown begin
Four... three... two... one...
Yeah the whole world is gonna shake
'When The Levee Breaks'
And it feels the wrath
Of God's terrible swift sword
These are the days that must happen to you
The stars are aligned for all God's chosen few
So all you haircut bands, doing headstands
Thinking you'll turn the world upside down
Put your guitars up over your shoulders
A new sort of experience is taking over
'cos we're simply the best band in the whole damn land
And 'Texas Is The Reason'
The city is ours for the taking
And a host of many more heavenly angels are on their way
These are the days