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.