History is a wet dream, from which I can't awake
Slip inside the jetstream and pray to lord my soul to take
It's an abject kind of terror, like liquid in your bones
Varispeed obliteration falling hard in dulcet tones
The end of things approaches, with a saccharine display
Of everything you've ever loved turned into a parody
Of angelminded whipsters burning for the scene
Delicately promenading the follies of their teens
It's the end of all things
End of all things
It's the end of all things
My band plays my songs, and they play em sweet
Rock and roll will never fly
It lays and bleeds out on the street
The spirit of '79 is headed for a crash
Everyone I've ever loved just burns up in a flash
The end of things denies that which gives it form
Where all the holy rattlesnakes crumple and deform
Alan Vega came to me, as I sank into a bitter sleep
Said moped chains and addled brains
We all just want what we can keep
It's the end of all things
It's the end of all things
It's the end of all things
It's the end of all things