"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 cockroaches, 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.   'Fuck 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.