World's End from Thurgoland EP by The Sinister Cleaners

World’s End


He met his girlfriend by the shredder
Next to the copying machine
She said she’d seen him at the bus stop
He said he’d seen her in a dream

He asked her out as she checked
That all her documents were there
And as she put them in her folder
She said “I’ll meet you anywhere”

So they went walking at the weekend
‘way from the jokers and the fools
there were no forms and no agendas
no bosses and no rules

He met his true love by the shredder
Next to the copying machine
She told him where she was going
He told her everywhere he’d been

He told her work’s a dark distraction
From love’s happy sunshine haze
From carefree summers we’re imprisoned
Till the sunset of our days

She said “the art is to escape
All the procedures in our heads.
We’ll have more time when we’re older
And even more time when we’re dead.”

He met his soul mate by the shredder
Next to the copying machine
She said she’d see him at the World’s End
For crisps and Irish cream

He met his true love by the shredder
Next to the copying machine
She said she’d see him at the World’s End
He said I hope it’s all it seems

• 1980s
• Alternative
• alternative rock
• indie
• post punk
• Leeds