The End Of Yakuza Ringtones

At the end of the end It's the start of a journey To a much better place And this wasn't bad So a much better place Would have to be special No need to be sad On the day that I die I'd like jokes to be told And stories of old To be rolled out like carpets That children have played on And laid on while listening To stories of old At the end of the end It's the start of a journey To a much better place And a much better place Would have to be special No reason to cry On the day that I die I'd like bells to be rung And songs that were sung To be hung out like blankets That lovers have played on And laid on while listening To songs that were sung At the end of the end It's the start of a journey To a much better place And a much better place Would have to be special No reason to cry No need to be sad At the end of the end

It's the way of the world, sadly Lovers choose their lovers, badly Oh, I should've asked for one more minute, one more minute next to you But I never had the courage, I couldn't talk when you moved So I choked and stretched my bones, to the point of bleeding And you're moving on, moving on, moving on But tell me, what was I supposed to do? A done deal decided and I signed it too At least the end of the world is quite the view It's thе way of the world, sadly Lovers choose thеir lovers, badly But tell me, do you look at her when she gives you her body? Do you grab her head with both hands? Do you let love thrive, do you let love thrive? Are you soaked and drenched in gold, in your bed, in the morning? Do you beg her for one more minute, one minute more? But tell me, what was I supposed to do? A done deal decided and I signed it too At least the end of the world is quite the view A done deal decided and I signed it too At least the end of the world is quite the view But tell me, do I ever cross your mind? Are you proud of how you survived? She puts her head on your shoulder And I see the way your eyes linger But tell me why it seems so different with her?

Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense A bomb for a body, a hammer for a head My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense All your stories are about your death The lemmings on the way to the cliff, the brain-dead boys Calling you a hooligan, a Border Reiver git The boxer with a box of old shit, the big white noise It's all about the money now You put the hard drive in the microwave You antelope, you are a sack of wine Huh, huh Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense Just blame it on the empire, blame it on the empire Blame it on the empire, blame it on the empire, I don't know It's all about the Benjamins It's all about the wilderness for me Tomorrow is a wonderful idea Huh, huh It's the end of the contender The end of the contender It's the end of the contender The end of the contender Feeding time, animatronic eyes Are a-watching with delight (the end of the contender) A churning mind, oh, give me that rabid smile Those Creddahornis eyes Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense A bomb for a body, a hammer for a head My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense (It all made sense) The end of the contender The end of the contender The end of the contender The end of the contender