'The end is nigh'
aye
but before the fire and brimstone
before the final exodus
there'll just be us
alone.

It is no fluke it's Friday
I saw it in the stars.

already I am tired of it
and not yet
half past four
still dark out there and
dark in here,
I
stumble through the bedroom
door
fumble with the light
reminding me of stumbles
and of fumbles in a younger
night

the coffee burns my tongue
not fun
I curse
nothing's worse than being a man
who has to rise before the sunlight
hits the skies

I can
believe
if I really try
that
Friday is a
friend
but why
try?

We know that Friday's just the sop
the pop they give that seems to make
a life worth living

I give in,
surrender
tomorrow
I'll go on a massive ******
and
wake in time for this time next
week

I listen to the news
what news?
twenty thousand views on
who or what when why can be
but
it is the BB ****** C
and probably transmitting
from Alexandra's flaming
palace.


And now I'm wide awake
I can see
exactly how it'll go
rise and shine
put on a show
rise and glow
another show
rise
until the rising's done
wait until the
kingdom which we know
will never come

I know this dread will pass
and I'll go on
until
' the end is nigh'