25 Cents (The End is Near) - Jill Sobule

The end is near the signs are clear

The alley cats have disappeared

They foresee the wrecking balls

Our sacred halls, they all will fall

Bid farewell to this noble booth

Take my headphones off and raise my glass to

Hot spur, massacre, double pleasures

Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents

My cup of coffee at the Howard Johnson

Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents

The peep show lovelies at the Pussycat Palace

Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents

They’re coming here to cleanse our souls

With dynamite blasts leaving deep deep holes

Say goodbye to your dealer, your pimps and freaks

There’s real folks now comin' through our streets

Say goodbye to:

A world of fun, shocking violence

For twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents

Put your quarter in the slot

And your dreams come true

Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents

Live live live triple X

The boy on the corner with his Marilyn dress

Warmth in the subway is getting colder

This junk dog’s heart beats a little slower

Now they’re telling me which songs to play

It’s time for me to just fade away

Hot spur, massacre, double pleasures

Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents

My cup of coffee at the Howard Johnson

The peep show lovelies at the Pussycat Palace

Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents

Put your quarter in the slot and your dreams come true