She's walking round in emptiness
She's missing out
All the goods she left in her prom dress

She can't take back all her regrets
Her only hope is what she did
She'll soon forget


The sky's a blur
My drug, my friend

Sometimes you can't avoid the lonesome bitter end
She's breathing in some nicotine
And when she's down,

She'll drown this town in kerosene

This must be the end of the line

This must be the end of the line
This must be the end of the line


The ganja boys
They like it there
Maybe the truth is just

Enough for you too bear
You can't avoid a compromise
Maybe this is a state of reflection

Of what's on your mind

This must be the end of the line

This must be the end of the line

Even all this time we're still making it fine

Even all this time we're still making it fine
Even all this time we're still making it fine


This must be the end of the line
This must be the end of the line
This must be the end of the line


You can't avoid a compromise
This must be the end of the line

You can't avoid what's on your mind
This must be the end of the line
You can't avoid a compromise

This must be the end of the line
This must be the end of the line


She's walking round in emptiness
She's looking for the goods
She left in her prom dress