DON'T CLAIM TO BE A PROPHET,
DON'T CLAIM TO READ THE STARS,
KEEP PRAYING TO YOUR GODS,
WILL COME IN THE SHAPE OF THE BOMB,
THERE'S NO SECOND COMING,
IS THAT THIS WORLD HAS GONE TO HELL,
AND THIS IS WHERE I BELONG,
IN MY OWN PRIVATE YEAR ZERO,
HOW CAN YOU HERALD A FUTURE,
WHEN IT'S ALREADY ARRIVED?
KEEP LOOKING TO THE SKIES,
KEEP WAITING FOR YOUR LORD,
YOU FOOLS THERE'S NO SECOND COMING,
AND THIS IS WHERE I BELONG,
IN MY OWN PRIVATE YEAR ZERO,
DON'T CLAIM TO BE A PROPHET,
DON'T CLAIM TO SIGHT THE STARS,
BUT I CAN READ THE FUTURE,
IN ANGUISHED MENTAL SCARS,
IN ANYTHING THAT YOU HOLD DEAR,
AND THIS IS WHERE I BELONG,
IN MY OWN PRIVATE YEAR ZERO,