he wore a crooked smile
upon his stupid face
shambling down the twisting pathway
with a studied lack of grace
cursing and swearing
to good some passer-by
then he stands with scarecrow arms askew
beneath a light of cobalt blue
and it's just the beginning
the beginning of the end
and before too long
you know they'll be coming for you my friends
cursing and swearing
to good some passer-by
then he throws down the gauntlet
and he looks straight in the eye
of the one eyed vagabond
who promptly knocks him to the ground
leaving him bruised and bankrupt
by the all-night filling station
lying on his back on the cold tarmac
crying with frustration
and it's just the beginning
the beginning of the end
and before too long
you know they'll be coming for you my friends
well he picked himself up off the ground
then he dusted himself down
then he walked out under a starless night
in dire need of a guiding light
ranting and raving
a bitter tirade
heading for nowhere fast
except
perhaps
an early grave
and it's just the beginning
the beginning of the end
and before too long
you know they'll be coming for you my friends
don't tell me this is the beginning
the beginning of the end
'cause i heard these lines
a thousand times before my friends