Stay off the streets, don't follow the signs or stray It's further whichever way Now I'm resigned to sweeping your bones away Blown ashes scattered and grey Head on the tracks Dressed for a k** Now the fire don't dance anymore Now the stars are but confounded evidence Painted as a soldier businessman Appointed in God's error Where does a lie go when it needs to die? Upwards or down below? Follows us wherever we go? Rik tells a hell of a joke in the end My memory has it saved Still laughing when I'm in my grave
I've got the truth on the end of the line These words were never mine I'm reciting every line Now the fire don't dance anymore Now the stars are but confounded evidence Painted as a soldier businessman Appointed in God's error Blow of the dust and the webs and the folds You'll find me in the print Blistered and out of control Now the performance the drinks and the jokes Have gone further, that you know The difference it just never shows Head on the tracks Dressed for a k**