The End / When The Music's Over / LA Woman / Love Her Madly

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend,
The End.

Strange days have met us
Where the sidewalk ends
And all their children are insane.

And people are strange, baby
The killer walks down the road
He enters the woman's car
He has his boots on,
And his gloves of steel, baby.
Her brain squirms like a toad
She takes a holiday
Let your children play
If you give this man a ride,
Sweet family will die.
Killer on the road.

The end is near, friend.
You tried to run,
But there's no escaping me.

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
The end of nights we tried to die.
This is the end.



When the music's over,
The sidewalks clover.
The sidewalk ends,
The music begins.

Take your time running out my life,
Just to be brought right back to me.

You should hang on to your life,
Run along for your life,
Hang on to your life,
Cause you never know,
How far I'm willing to go.

So when the music ends,
The sidewalk will clover.
And when the music ends,
The sidewalks will begin.

Take your time running out my life,
Just to be brought right back to me.
Take your time hanging out your lies,
Just to be brought right back to me.

Hang on to your life,
Run along for your life,

Hang on to your life,
Cause you never know,
How far I'm willing to go.

Hang on to your life,
Run along for your life,
Hang on to your life,
Cause you never know,
HOW FAR I'M WILLING TO GO!

Little girl, don't worry,
Nothing will happen, just
Speak really softly.

Little girl, don't worry,
I'M NOT DOING NOTHING BUT
KILLING REALLY SOFTLY!

Little girl, don't worry,
Nothing will happen, just
Speak really softly.

Little girl, start to worry,
You know you tried running but you're,
Right back here and,
Right in front of me and,
Ready to die,
Count 123 and,

Hear the bullet shoot,
You see his boot,
Just run along now.

RUN!
RUN!
RUN!

TAKE YOUR TIME RUNNING OUT OF MY LIFE,
JUST TO BE BROUGHT RIGHT BACK TO ME, BABY!
TAKE YOUR TIME HANGING OUT THOSE LIES,
JUST TO BE BROUGHT RIGHT BACK TO ME, GIRL!



Louisiana Woman,
She's got nothing to doing,
But she runs away in fear.

Baby, I got your number,
Please don't change your number,
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Louisiana Woman,
She's got nothing to doing,
Playing the violin,
As my guitar gently weeps.

And that'll be the day I die,
You won't get a chance to say goodbye,
Cause that'll be the day I die.

Louisiana Woman,
She's got nothing to doing,
And she drives away from home



Don't you love her madly?
Don't you need her badly?
Don't you love her ways?
Wanna be her daddy?
Don't you love her face?
Don't you love her as she's walking out the door?
Like she did one-thousand times before?

She picks up a hitchhiker.
She's on holiday.
Letting her children play.
She gave a man a ride,
In the middle of the desert.
Her body will never be found.

This is the end
Of the nights we died.