all the good things
come to an end
the dancing will stop the wine will run out
the parteys over
im off to bed
go home you wont see me agen
the blues playing loude
and the blood starting to flow
the cut the gun
the hang mans rope
all will singing the blues
the singing starts
the needel from the tern table
bleeding dansing on your own
then she comes in and the key terns
all wille singing the blues