The End lyrics

I have sh*t my trousers could a fresh pair you please lend
I'm lying in a pool of p*ss I'm waiting for the end
That vomit on the pavement it's mine you can depend
All the bottles I have drunk on a breweries freehold I could spend
The dogs all sit upwind of me and their nostrils they defend
I'm waiting for the end yes I'm waiting for the end
p*ss and sh*t and rancid sweat are the perfume that I vend