In the End

A modern version of the ol' can-can
Has the world in single file
And in the end as at the start
And in the end is where it smarts
In the end, we bent our friends
And had ourselves a time
Pretending boots and backsides rhyme

Babies just don't die much anymore
Close the doors and go to sleep
Can't see the forest for the tree stumps
That I dance on tenderly
In the end, we danced and sang
And banged on tambourines
It was a tribute to the trees

Wake up with a word stuck in your mind
Say it once too many times
Feels like that first time years ago
You saw yourself on video
In the end was empty
As a dance floor and the insides
Of the man fresh from the can
Celebrate the moments
Of your reconstructed youth
And a Spanish man will clean up after you