Eamonn wrote:

---

Can you tell me where you tracked the mp3 down Fuss Free. That you compare it with Catcliffe Shakedown and Wickerman makes me even more intrigued.

---

I've corrected some of them:

---

Sitting in The World's End
with some indie friends
A news flash on the TV says
"the world's about to end".

Can't catch all the details
cause the volume's turned down
this is the last night on earth
I spent in Camdentown.

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 is the night
I was gunna 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
cause all the networks are down.
And fires are starting all over town.
And you've probably been gang-banged
by a bunch of tattooed locals.

damn those yokels
damn those yokels

And a girl cries
as she stumbles by
"No the world can't end now!
No 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 they meet

and the album you just bought will never get heard
Oh yeah, complete social breakdown has occurred

And then you find yourself thinking
about Eygptian Sue.
And all 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 cockroaches and Egyptian Sue.

But even Sue
won't make it through
But even Sue
won't make it through
This time.

It was around this time
that the levels of hysteria 'round the Kentish Town Road
caused a warp in the space time continuum.

And I found myself standing face to face
with a version of myself from 15 years earlier
When I lived in the area.
"Greetings indie legend" said I.
"Fuck off, sad bellend" 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 space hopper from under  some rubble in a skip
"He'll find out soon enough." I thought.

Then suddenly I realized
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 he 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.
You could hang your head in sorrow
You could do it but you 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.
You could hang your head in sorrow,
You could do it but you 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.
You could hang your head in sorrow
You could do it but you better do it soon.

---