Lyrics

VERSE: I'm 220-54-5337 54-43-32-21-11 8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1-0-0-0-....9
I stood up and I've been counted here at the end of time
I'm third-string second-rate two-bit but you know what
I once had the singular pleasure of the company of a good woman but
If love is a rainbow then she was colorblind
We could've worked it out but she was too busy living at the end of time

CHORUS: She's living living at the end of time (2x)
I always heard her say that she needed to unwind
Well she's gonna get her chance here at the end of time
VERSE: When the clock stops ticking there'll be no pocket-picking no more
And no pocket-pickers and no liquor and no liquor store
No liquor store owner no type-A blood donor and no place for Mr. Burke to work
'Cause there'll be no blood given to no one living and no more Mr. Burke
Now when the clerks stop clerking that's when it all gets murky to me
Will there be time after timecards that's what I'm waiting to see
When we're all blown to pieces aunts uncles nephews nieces and the undersigned
There'll be nothing cooking and no one looking
No hands clapping and no minds Snapping
No tree to hit the ground and no one to hear the sound
And even if you could imagine the universe spinning round
If there's no one to see it that's good enough for me - it's the end of time

CHORUS: We're living living at the end of time (2x)
I ain't got no future but at least I know it's mine
Here I am are at the end of time

VERSE: I've always said there's something attractive about radioactive debris
You might say that einsteinium is just fine-ium with me
Let that fermium wreck my sperm-ium and curl my spine
I've reconciled realism and masochism here at the end of time
One day some misanthrope isotope gonna throw a rope on you
You'll grope for hope in your horoscope
when you start to feel like a walking barbecue
You'll try to cope use special soap maybe even call the Pope
But he'll give you the same old line
And when you're sliding down that slope faster than an antelope
You might write me a letter if you can still find an envelope
You might ask me if I think there's any hope
But I'd have to tell you Nope - you're living at the end of time

CHORUS: You're living living at the end of time (2x)
Look at it this way: it's a permanent solution to the same old grind
We're living living at the end of time

VERSE: I might cut my toe off and pin it to my ear
I might go on a rampage steal your baby for a souvenir
Wind up in a tower with a gun adding red to a landscape that's too drab
Or I might just stay in watch the tube and have myself a Tab
Down by the Gitcheegoomie she saw through me so clear
Once I was a protester now I'm an investor I fear
I hit the skid then I almost overbid when she said
Are your kids and your investments in line
I bought them all new clothes and I sent the wife a rose
But she only moved in close and the way she juxtaposed
She had me so discomposed I had to pack my nose
to get me through the end of time

CHORUS: We're living living at the end of time (2x)
Somehow somewhere we must have signed on some dotted line
Now here we are at the end of time

Karl Williams (ASCAP)
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