Oblivion - Momus

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