The end is near.
The end is near, the time has come:
There ain't no way
Nobody will save you now.

The end is near,
The end is near. The time has come:
Don't even think
That there's a way out of this.

Down the road and up the creek: it's over.
It's such a clear and certain hell of
thing: it's over.

'You're on your own.'
You're on your own.
Once upon a time (the other night),
You couldn't do nothing right,

'I'm on my own,'
You said to yourself
Down on your luck, woe is me, etc.: lonely.
See, the worst times weren't so bad, compared to this.
Though that ain't much comfort.
I might try to reminisce. No.

The end is near,
The end is near, the time has come.
Don't even think.
That there's a way out of this:

The end is near.
The end is near. The time has come.
There ain't no way;
There's nothing will save us now.

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): ELEANOR FRIEDBERGER, MATTHEW FRIEDBERGER