The End Of The Line
I see an angel, I see a demon,
I see a soul sat silent between them.
Plink! Plink! Plink! goes the water: It's torture,
so i think, think, think that I oughta stop.
Now, there'll be no more deaf and dumb, blind, wild child:
No more highs from addictions denied.
There'll be no more lies - I've unshut my eyes,
for the power of a will's been realised.
There'll be no more horns - only halos and wings -
There'll be no more yo-yo mood swings.
No more living at the speed of sound,
no bullet train - no underground.
There'll be no more trips to the races,
to back horses in handicap chases.
No more spin of the roulette wheel,
no fruit machine - no blackjack deal.
There'll be no more heebie-jeebies,
or pleas for powder freebies.
No Columbian bags of confidence,
no frozen shoulders, taught and tense.
There'll be no more sleep synthetic,
and making excuses pathetic.
No more drunken thuggish scenes,
no white line nights - no ecstacy.
There'll be no more "manana...manana..."
and no more banana skin feet - no slips.
There'll be no more binges, and nerves with twinges,
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!