The Saints - Last and Laughing Mile lyrics

The king has lost his head today they've given the slaves a holiday I'll take mine I'll take my chains and walk along the last and laughing mile cracked is the mirror in the gloom I can't see the reflections anymore All thoughts absurd I have only words to give you on the last and laughing mile There are no treasures I can possess Like dreams of gold they're meaningless cold are the visions haunting me madness is waiting at the door then you and I side by side can walk along the last and laughing mile.