Lyrics The Bitter End - Andrew Morris

The Bitter End

We could stay up all day
Crash and burn like an aeroplane
We could just stay home instead
Rust away like an old tin shed
Remember now don’t play with fire
We could burn 'til our hearts desire
Now and again you lose your friends
Soon enough they’ll be back again
We’ve been through all kinds of weather
We’ll see it through to the bitter end
We’re just rolling on like old time travellers
We’ll make it through to the bitter end
We could stay home all night long
Drinking our whikey singing this song
Don’t you worry about being late
A blind man calls you at the gate
Pack yourself up on holiday
Can’t be worse than your heart’s decay
A slide trombone whistles this tune
A lone wolf crying at the moon