Back in the head where I see red and the beast and the beauty coalesce, I give into a morbid fantasy: death to a billion families and me. Give me fire, burning hell. Throw it on my paper trial, and I'll watch as all the numbers go up in a cloud of dark and dirty smoke. Oh, well, I'm just waiting for the end of the world. End of the whole wide world. End of the whole world. Waiting for the world to end. Everybody, come with me; we'll throw ourselves off Harvard's Peak, and we'll tumble down the mountainside into the mouth of all our great designs. Oh, well, I'm just waiting for the end of the world. End of the whole wide world. End of the whole world. Waiting for the world to end. Don't you find it can take such a long time, my friend? Said, don't you find that it can take just such a long time, my friend? Waiting for the world to end. I'm still waiting for the world to end.