Lyrics 25 Cents (The End is Near) - Jill Sobule

25 Cents (The End is Near)

The end is near the signs are clear
The alley cats have disappeared
They foresee the wrecking balls
Our sacred halls, they all will fall
Bid farewell to this noble booth
Take my headphones off and raise my glass to
Hot spur, massacre, double pleasures
Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
My cup of coffee at the Howard Johnson
Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
The peep show lovelies at the Pussycat Palace
Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
They’re coming here to cleanse our souls
With dynamite blasts leaving deep deep holes
Say goodbye to your dealer, your pimps and freaks
There’s real folks now comin' through our streets
Say goodbye to:
A world of fun, shocking violence
For twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
Put your quarter in the slot
And your dreams come true
Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
Live live live triple X
The boy on the corner with his Marilyn dress
Warmth in the subway is getting colder
This junk dog’s heart beats a little slower
Now they’re telling me which songs to play
It’s time for me to just fade away
Hot spur, massacre, double pleasures
Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
My cup of coffee at the Howard Johnson
The peep show lovelies at the Pussycat Palace
Twenty-five cents, twenty-five cents
Put your quarter in the slot and your dreams come true