The story: two DJs, came from SF and came from LA
Played hits, got gigs, did it for the money and not for the kicks
Then one day, the world went POW - blood everywhere and people on the ground
Did they know, heck no! As the saying goes, on with the show
DJ's having fun, safe inside while people on the run
To their homes and from the schools - catch it all on the ten o'clock news
Then it hits in their minds: something like this doesn't happen every time
Lights flicker, no sun, they didn't know Armageddon had begun
No sunrise, no set, these two men were the last ones left
One DJ fell in love, thought it was a prayer from above
They talked every day, never seen each other, you would think, no way
But love works in ways, ways in which sweet music plays
One day, his love was strong; besides all that, something was wrong
He called her on the phone...dead silence, heartbeat gone
He called out, "Hello", she screamed back, he thought, oh no
How sad, it seems he just lost the girl of his dreams
That's all that can be said, these DJ's were the last ones left
Sad story, don't you think? End of the world is on the brink
Find love, lose love, heart melts, you felt
Be smart, don't let, you just might be the last ones left
Be the last ones left