End of an Era

As we get up to leave the room
My morbid mouth can taste the gloom
Impending doom - we're leaving the room to enter our tomb
Aimed at our foot then took a shot
Claiming we're fine - we're clearly not
We've gone and choked ourselves and we can't untie the garrotte

Perhaps we're better off alone
And all our fears are overblown
When we're unshackled we might reach heights we'd never have flown
Nobody knows we might be fine
I rate your guess as good as mine
But is guesswork really the best with so much on the line?

All of those who chose this road were truly hoodwinked
Slipped a verbose dose of antiquated pride

The Clash were on the stereo
Should we stay or should we go?
Some fell for answers spat out when chancers laid the law low
The leading architect has fled
He's taken solace in his shed
But took no blame for clearing the lane down which we would tread

And the troglodytes we've tasked with its completion
Show incompetence their confidence can't mask

The end of an era
Draws ever nearer
Sell it to whoever bids most
Deceitful facade
Sordid fiscal charade
On the Bonfire of our Vanities we roast
The end of an era
Draws ever nearer
Sell it to whoever bids most
Deceitful facade
Sordid fiscal charade
On the Bonfire of our Vanities we roast

As we get up to leave the room
Abortive exit from the womb
Impending doom - we're leaving the room to enter our tomb
Aimed at our foot then took a shot
Claiming we're fine - we're clearly not
And we can't rid of the the putrid smell of the rot
There's no way to camouflage this self sabotage plot
We've gone and choked ourselves and we can't untie the garrotte