The Bitter End - Andrew Morris

We could stay up all day

Crash and burn like an aeroplane

We could just stay home instead

Rust away like an old tin shed

Remember now don’t play with fire

We could burn 'til our hearts desire

Now and again you lose your friends

Soon enough they’ll be back again

We’ve been through all kinds of weather

We’ll see it through to the bitter end

We’re just rolling on like old time travellers

We’ll make it through to the bitter end

We could stay home all night long

Drinking our whikey singing this song

Don’t you worry about being late

A blind man calls you at the gate

Pack yourself up on holiday

Can’t be worse than your heart’s decay

A slide trombone whistles this tune

A lone wolf crying at the moon