Tell me my friend, if this is the end
For once, do we make amends?
And all has been weighed, measured and paid
No aces left, no prayers prayed
I've hidden your knives, I've cut down your ropes
I flushed your pills to save your life
Flowers are dead, petals all spread
Over the pills aside 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!
Stay!
Stay!
Stay!
Stay
We had a good run, our days in the sun
So come what may
The crap they say
Stay!
Stay!
Stay!
Stay!
Stay
I was born in this building
It was the first Tuesday I'd ever seen
And if I lived to see tomorrow, it would be my Tuesday number 2119
All has been weighed, all measured and paid
All aces played
All prayers prayed
Stay
God?
I asked something of my own
With a locked door
I asked something that I can control
I asked for something cutting to the bone
I asked for something cutting to my bone!
Oh!
Cutting to my bone!
God!
God!
