The end is nigh, the sun is high
Junkyard dogs are dizzied & doubled
Kids are black and blue
Smooth leather, marooned weather
I\'m lacing up my boots
Spit-in-my-face, it says (dime a dozen)
It\'s got the river under it\'s foot
Poison tongue, noisy lung
I\'m heaving out the door
Who-lives-on-mulberry-road, it says
(it\'s mistress\' brother works)
Fifteen lumber, talk-show number
It folds it\'s hands and says:
I-hate-to-ask-a-favor, really,
but-do-you-know-when-I\'m-dead?
The sun is high, the end is nigh
I\'ve done everything that I can
When the strawberries turn
When the waterways burn,
then-you-can-go-ahead.