please don't tell me that we've reached the end
i know sometimes i've got nothing to say
but silence doesn't have to mean discontent anyway
you're a soul to dislocate
a heart to infiltrate
a radical call for sanity in an age of unreason
there's nothing you can say that he doesn't already know
he's a picture of perfection and he's got one more pint to go
you can make a proclaimation
you can say it isn't so
but he's a picture of perfection and he's got one more pint to go
you're a soul to dislocate
a heart to infiltrate
a radical call for sanity in an age of unreason
a cure for the malady that plagues the end of every season
a radical call for sanity in an age of unreason
please don't tell me that we've reached the end