“[...]
And I probably should shave and dig myself out of this grave
But I can't go
No, not just yet
Mostly the nights they ain't half bad
It's the days that seem designed to drive you mad
Sometimes it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
So tonight in the bar of this hotel bazaar
I'll write some postcards and throw them away
And maybe someday I'll leave here
But the drinks, they are so cheap here
And somebody's always got to pay
And it feels like the end of the world
And it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world
Yes it feels like the end of the world”
(Firewater, “Feels like the end of the world”)
