I was 17 I had the warning,
Abandoned country, all alone
My home town's covered in snow,
I left no corner turn unstoned

Well here's a tale
Tale I will tell
Of Blood, lust, theft and oh sweet love
And a many, many things that I do so well

I will start from the end, the end
So far away down.

Then it goes…

*whistles*
They said that I was as good as dead
And there was hope, but not for us together
My friend, oh my friend, oh my true friend, my phoney friend
Oh well you know that that's the end, that's the end,
so far away down, down.

Compared to some I had it so easy,
But that mostly was an open tale.
I had my share of the knocks whilst watching top of the pops,
The hardest thing in the world.

I did it all, now I'm talking to myself
Skitzoid, fame on the run
Don't look back into the motherfucking sun,
All together now
Oh you know that was the end, that's the end,
so far away down.

*improvises*

Oh you know that that's the end, that's the end,
so far away down.

How about?

Sticks and stones,
Sticks and stones
May break my bones,
but your words really hurt me.

Oh get me a mirror, get me a mirror.

They said that I was as good as dead
and there was hope, but not for us together,
my friend, my friendly friend, thank you for the letter,
it made me feel better.