The End Of The Show
Im sittinalone at the table
always thinkinabout one thing
wishinthat i could be stable
but my minds like a broken ring
the look in my lifes very sable
see dances of devils of swing
far voices are telling a fable
they are wispering and gonna sing:
turn on your livin- make a new beginning
turn on your lovin - start a new forgiving
im not a hero you knoe
let me go, its the end of the show
a little number zero you know
let me go, its the end of the show
sixty pills now are pressing my navel
and my hands like a bleeding wing
in my head theres a dirty black raven
gonna peck out of me everything
far voices are tellina fable
they are wisperinand gonna sing
turn on your livin...
Im puttinmy soul on the fable
and im givin you everything
and you gonna cut through my cable
ive not even got anything - its the end of the show
im not a hero you know...
