If This Is the End

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 our 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 our 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

No aces left

No prayers prayed

Stay

God?

Is there something of my own?

Will I lock the door?

Is there something I can finally taken control of?

Is there something cutting to the bone?

Is there something cutting to my bone?

Oh!

Cutting to my bone?

Ahhh!

God!

God!

Ahhh!

Ooohh!

Ohhh!