If This is the End

Tell me, my friend
If this is the end
For what do we make amends?

When all has been weighed
Measured and paid
All aces laid
All prayers prayed

I’ve hidden your knifes
I've cut down your ropes
Flushed your pills
To save your life

Flowers are dead
Petals all spread
Over the pills
Beside my bed

We had a good run
Our days in the sun
So come what may
Fuck all they say
I want to stay

Stay

We had a good run
Our days in the sun
So come what may
The crap they say

Stay

I was born in this
Building - it was the first Tuesday I had
Ever seen
And if I live to see
Tomorrow
It will be my Tuesday
Number 2. 119

All has been weighed
All measured and paid
All aces laid
All prayers prayed
Stay
God
I asked for something of my own
With a locked door
I asked for something that I could control
I asked for something cutting to the bone

Hah - I ask for something
Cutting to my bone
Cutting to my bone!

God!
God!

Something of my own