The end

This is the end, beautiful friend. This is the end, my only friend, the end. Of our elaborate plans, the end of everything that stands the end, no safety or surprise, the end. I’ll never look into your eyes... again. Can you picture what will be so limitless and free, desesperately in need... of some... stranger’s hand in a desperate land? Lost in a roman wilderness of pain and all children’s are insane, waiting for the summer rain, yeah. There’s danger on the edge of town ride the king’s highway, baby. Weird scenes inside the gold mine ride the highway west, baby. Ride the snake, ride the snake. To the lake, the ancient lake, baby, the snake is long, seven miles ride the snake he’s old, and his skin is cold.