Death Of A Sandwich-Board Man

 

The end of the world’s right up his street

He’s counting down the days

But things don’t always go to plan

The death of a sandwich-board man

 

Four hand me down words worn through it seems

The crowd thins as he slips away

Forget going out with a bang

The death of a sandwich-board man

 

It seems kind of strange to me seeing him there

The prophet of doom in his plywood skirt

It feels kind of funny and sad to me too

Did the end come too soon

Did the end come too soon for you

 

A ten year old girl skips over him

His outstretched feet blocking her way

Playing hopscotch with old Death-watch Dan

Singing here lies the sandwich-board man

 

With his mouth hanging open and his eyes shut tight

Poor old Nostradamus looks such a sight

It feels kind of funny but no-one’s amused

Did the end come too soon

Did the end come too soon for you

 

Today runs away playing chase with tonight

But tomorrow can catch those two any time it likes

 

The ten year old girl skips down the street

To her everything’s still a game

Enjoy it while you can

Here lies a sandwich-board man