[Verse 1]
Open call for prison architects
Send me your blueprints A.S.A.P.
Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe
Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather
I hope soon to leave from the east
No more absolutes, no more absolutes
Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, Leigh
[Verse 2]
Amateur sea salt gatherers colonized
They're good enough for Conrad Hilton, not good enough for my eyes
I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself
Man is breedin' forever, breedin' forever, they come out and blister the sea
Oh, yeah
Fin was written by Stephen Malkmus.
Fin was produced by Pavement & Bryce Goggin & Mitch Easter.
Stephen Malkmus in Rolling Stone in 2018:
This is kind of a jammer. The singer seems a little bit emotionally taxed by the song. It’s got those epic, Neil Young-y, last-song-on-the-album guitar solos. Slow feelings, pianos, echoes. The feels, before we even used that word.