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The End


This is the end,
Beautiful friend.
This is the end,
My only friend, the end,
Of our elaborate plans, the end,
Of everything that stands, the end,
No safety or surprise, the end.
I will never look into your eyes again.

Can you picture what will be,
So limitless and free.
Desperately in need
Of some strangers hand.
In a desperate land.

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain,
And sll the children are insane.
All the children are insane.
Waiting for the summer rain.

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby.
Wierd scenes inside the gold mine.
Ride the highway west, baby.

Ride the snake,
Ride the snake,
To the lake, ancient lake, baby.
The snake is long, seven miles.
Ride the snake.
He's old and his skin is cold.

The west is the best.
The west is the best.
Get here and we'll do the rest.
The blue bus is callin' us.
The blue bus is callin' us.
Driver, where you takin' us.

The killer awoke before dawn.
He put his boots on.
He took a face from the ancient gallery,
And he walked on down the hall

He went into the room where his sister lived, And then he,
Paid a visit to his brother, And then he,
He walked down the hall, yeah.

And he came to a door,
And he looked inside.
Father,
Yes son,
I want to kill you.
Mother, I want to-
Whoa, all night baby
Come on girl

Come on baby, take a chance with us.
Come on baby, take a chance with us.
Come on baby, take a chance with us.
And meet me at the back of the blue bus.
Doin' a blue rock,
On a blue bus.
Doin' a blue rock.
Come on, yeah.

Fuck, fuck, yeah.
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah.
Come on, baby.
Come on, baby.
Fuck, yeah.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah!
Fuck, yeah.
Come on, baby.
Fuck me, baby.

Fuck, fuck, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Yeah, fuck.
Yeah do it, yeah.
Come on.
Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh, yeah.
All right

Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill.
Kill, Kill, Kill

This is the end,
Beautiful friend.
This is the end,
My only friend, the end.
It hurts to set you free,
But you'll never follow me.
The end of laughter and soft lies.
The end of nights we tried to die.
This is the end.
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