The End

This is the end
This is the end of my childhood
Might just move into a suburban neighborhood
Fill the recycling up
With bottles every week
The older I get
The more that I drink
And the more that I drink
The more it feels like a disease
I've got another friend moving away from me
He's moving to China, next week

And I wanna feel alive
So I'm working 9 to 5
For disposable income
And I wanna stick it to the man
That might be kinda tough
I'm the assistant manager
Maybe punk rock is for the young
Even jaded old punks are
Comfortably numb
I'm afraid that's what I'm gonna become

This (this) is the end (this is the end)
This is the end (this is the end)
Of my childhood
This (this) This is the end (this is the end)
This is the end (this is the end)
Of my childhood
And things aren't working to good

(Christ what the hell do you think you're doing?
chill out everyone's all right
Stop telling me to chill out!)