[Tape click / amp hum] VOICE, off-mic: You ready? The End ANOTHER VOICE: Reckon. [sticks count in] Verse 1 Friday arvo, garage door, Three chords rattling through the floor. Dodgy lead and borrowed strings, Don't know what we're doing— That's the thing. Mum bangs twice upon the wall, Turn it down or not at all. We wait until she walks away, Then turn it up again anyway. Chorus This is the end, The end, the end. We said it last week, We'll say it again. Deadset finished, Had enough— See you tomorrow around about one. Verse 2 Someone's nicked my bloody pick, Your little practice amp is stuffed. She hates my song, I hate her riff, Nobody knows when to quit. You reckon yours is bloody grouse. I reckon get it out my house. Five minutes later, there we are— Trying the bastard twice as hard. Chorus This is the end, The end, the end. We're never doing This again. Pack your rubbish, Take your stuff— Who's got a new one? Count us up. [messy guitar break] VOICE: That's cactus. VOICE 2: Piss off. [laughter / count-in resumes] Bridge One, two—wait. Start again. One, two— Where's Jen? DISTANT VOICE: I'm here! Three, four— [Band crashes in] Final Chorus This is the end, The end, the end. Say it like we Mean it then. Pull the plug, Shut the door— We'll never play Together anymore. [Feedback. Silence.] VOICE: Same time tomorrow? ANOTHER VOICE: Yeah. [Tape click.]
