Arab Strap There Is No Ending

Not everything must end, not every romance must descend, not every lover's pact decays, not every sad mistake replays. If you can love my growing gut, my rotten teeth and greying hair, then I can guarantee I'll do the same as long as can bear. If you love my little poofy hands, my skinny arms and reeking feet, the way I dance, the way I eat. If you love the morning spots I try and squeeze before you're up to see, each torn ankle, each weak knee. But still my moods must swing, to solitude I must still cling, and you won't love me every day, and suffer many a display. But plates may smash and doors may slam, my comments might be less than kind. But that won't mean I've changed my mind. I'm a huffy prick the best of times, I love to sulk and shout and squeal but please don't doubt the way I feel. 'Cause when the sun burns up the earth, our progeny will raise a can, "Here's to where it all began," and every day I hear the world is cracking up, the end is near, I hear we all should live in fear. Bullies, burglars, paedophiles, bird flu and passive smoke, THEY'RE COMING! Volcanoes, earthquakes, tidal waves, heart disease and strokes, THEY'RE COMING! Terrorists with homemade poison, factions everywhere, THEY'RE COMING! They're drinking in the streets, they could steal your name, and I don't care.