Today\\
Your doctor passed away\\
It left you with an ache\\
You had nowhere to take it\\
So you took it a bar\\
You took it there by car\\
But sometime after three\\
You're wrapped around a tree\\

The end\\
Of everything that is\\
Between the grey and thin\\
Across the double chin\\
Where gravity is king\\
Now you can't sleep a wink\\
Can't sleep without a drink\\
You've lost your fingerprints\\
You washed them down the sink\\

The end\\
Of everything that is\\
It lurks beyond the fridge\\
[?] semi-skimmed\\
For seven deadly cheese\\
The [?] is scarred\\
With people with arse of lard\\
And numbered birthday cards\\

Thirty\\
To forty\\
To fifty\\
And over\\

You're a junk male\\
You're nobody\\

Your face\\
Could stop a thousand clocks\\
You could synchronise your watch\\
By the ulcers and the spots\\
From all your twentieth-century plots\\
Your failure to suceed\\
Is the only thing you've achieved\\
Satisfaction was never guaranteed\\

And now\\
You're standing on the ledge\\
Forbidden fruit and veg\\
It beckons and it begs\\
And like a rabble round you says\\
Jump, you fucker, jump\\
You're useless and you're drunk\\
[?]\\
You are junk\\

You're a junk male\\
You're nobody\\

And when\\
Your friends begin to die\\
You'll know the end is nigh\\
Start carrying a sign\\
Start carrying a sign\\
And swearing in the street\\
Admit your last defeat\\
'Cause that's where it begins\\
The end of everything\\
Between the grey and thin\\
Across the double chin\\
Where gravity is king\\
The end of everything\\
Now you can't sleep a wink\\
Can't sleep without a drink\\
You've lost your fingerprints\\

You're a junk male\\
You're nobody\\