World's End Road
© Andrew Purcell & Jon Horne 1991

Wake up, make up
Wait around all day until I
Turn in, curl up
Dream of a new life away from
them and all their kind
Who made me lose my soul and mind
I've got to get away
Wait around just one more day
Here on World's End Road
My hell from home

Wake up, make up my mind that I go today
It's time to move on, pack away
the Walkman and the Miracles cassette
The sandwiches and cigarettes
and £50 in cash
from underneath the mattress in my room
Goodbye World's End Road
My former home

Now I'm waiting for the sun to warm me
Now I'm waiting, no one warned me

Wake up, dust down
Try to brush the dirt away
Sit down, crack up
try to think of some way I can
Get back to the world
Looks like I will have to try
My luck on World's End Road
See if it will have me back
Back on World's End Road
My only home

Note: Purce never liked these lyrics, so
if you don't either, they're not his fault.