Oblivion

The end of the world, it's not the end of the world
But if it's the end of the world I won't be defending this world
A haggard old moll who calls closing time
To customers jumping the queue
Rolling her eyes, her lips turning blue

It eats me away, how we let our success slip away
We ended up losers with little computers
As the bull bears down
We mangled it all, mismanaged by clowns
Slipped on the turf, we splat in the mud, fumbled the ball
We ruined it all

But may I just say, it shouldn't end any old way
Not a bang or a whimper, a whizz or a banker
Just a hot little cough to kiss us all off in this horrible way
Drowning in pus, stuck in a tent
Like your worst holiday
Well is this how it ends?

But thanks everyone, all you policemen who move me along
You politicians who get it all wrong
The madmen and women who hurt me into song
A rancid old moll that filled me with smoke
Slapping your ass and filling your throat
On the bed of your gonzo delirium
Tossing your way into porno oblivion

Goodbye everyone, it's a scary old world
A carelessly sweary old world
Boozing and floozing and losing your touch
Flirting and hurting and lining your crotch
But thanks for the ride, thanks for the ride
And I am alone