"Sitting in the World's End with some indie friends A newsflash on the TV says the world's about to end Can't catch all the details 'cos the volume's turned down This is the last night on Earth, as spent in Camden Town." There's no way to escape This is it Tomorrow we will all be gone So check what time the band are on Let's go outside "Yeah and this was the night I was going to balance the books The night I turned a minus into a plus The night my adjustment became complete I could start again with a clean sheet Now I can't get through 'cos all the networks are down And fires are starting all over town And you're probably being gang-banged by tattooed locals - Damn those Yokels! Damn those Yokels! And a girl cries as she stumbles by 'No, the world can't end now - it's got to wait It can't end when I haven't got a boyfriend And I'm half a stone overweight.' And the guys from Arlington House are marauding the streets And convent girls are screwing every man that they meet And the album you just bought will never get heard Oh yeah - complete social breakdown has occurred And you find yourself thinking about Egyptian Sue And the evil things that she used to do And the night you almost did it after the wedding reception But you didn't have any contraception And anyway, you couldn't get an erection Now what the hell made you think of her? Could it be that old saying coming true? That 'nothing could survive a nuclear holocaust Except co*kroaches, and Egyptian Sue.' But even Sue won't make it through No, even Sue won't make it through this time It was around this time that the levels of hysteria around the Kentish Town Road area caused a warping of the Space / Time Continuum
And I found myself face to face with a version of myself from fifteen years earlier, when I'd lived in the area 'Greetings Indie Legend,' said I 'f** off Sad Bell-End,' came the reply I wanted to warn him about the rough times ahead But for some reason he had his coat pulled over his head and wouldn't listen I left him trying to extricate a punctured Spacehopper from under some rubble in a skip 'He'll find out soon enough,' I thought And then suddenly I realised that I could no longer breath." Here we go Move along One last time The loss adjuster lost his mind Too many claims, too little time To file them "And suddenly it was a Tuesday afternoon And I could see it all crystal-clear Like a giant chandelier, turning slowly in the sideways sunlight Hanging by a thread with only seconds to last And each time you rang it was like an Indian call-centre on the line 'Yes, I'm doing fine - Just like the last time And the last time Make this the last time.'" We'll all be gone by Monday morning This is it, your final warning You never did see Dog Day Afternoon Here today, but gone tomorrow Now you could hang your head in sorrow Or you could do it But you'd better do it soon Now we'll all be gone by Monday morning This is it, your final warning You never did see Dog Day Afternoon Here today, but gone tomorrow You could hang your head in sorrow You could do it But you'd better do it soon We'll all be gone by Monday morning This is it, your final warning You never did see Dog Day Afternoon Here today, but gone tomorrow Now you could hang your head in sorrow You could do it But you'd better do it soon