This is the end This is the end of my childhood Might just move into a suburban neighborhood Fill the recycling up With bottles every week The older I get The more that I drink And the more that I drink The more it feels like a disease I've got another friend moving away from me He's moving to China, next week And I wanna feel alive So I'm working 9 to 5 For disposable income And I wanna stick it to the man That might be kinda tough I'm the assistant manager Maybe punk rock is for the young Even jaded old punks are Comfortably numb I'm afraid that's what I'm gonna become This (this) is the end (this is the end) This is the end (this is the end) Of my childhood This (this) This is the end (this is the end) This is the end (this is the end) Of my childhood And things aren't working to good (Christ what the hell do you think you're doing? Chill out everyone's all right Stop telling me to chill out!)