Would you fuck yourself for money?
Would you kill me for my own good?
Would you slap you're sister if she asked you too?
I've seen you're work and I guess you wold
And you're here waiting for the rapture
Will you be stayin' over night?
Are you comin' round hey are you comin' round hey are you comin' around I thought you might
And you you're bullet proof and bleeding
Today you're dead and now you're not
And you walk round town with you're ejakial halo and its all you got
People like you is that all you ever need?
And you're hear waiting for the rapture
And me I'm prayin' there's a dawn
Hey are you comin' round hey are you comin' round hey are you comin' round or are you gone?
Every body loves man on the cliff
Some hope for hero's, most of us beg for blood and we all stay to see if he falls no one stays to pick him up
Much to busy for his rapture and we can catch it on the news tonight and still be
Are you coming round hey are you comin' round hey are you comin' round or are you dead? or are you dead? are you dyin?

Writer : STUART, PETER F
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing