Early  one morning as I went walking down by the filthy canal one hundred skull angels came crashing around me, their wings all set to flames, crying out for sanctuary from all that they had seen.
I said how can I help you myself, I've been burning here for 35 years? Walk on, soul's gone, sailing seas of heartache.
Float on, boat's gone, you'll have to swim all the way.
And so I live a lonely life, there is no one by my side, there is nothing left down here for me.
And I would never change a single [bad word] thing despite the fact I know the [bad word] vicious end, I still would have kissed you that day.
I'll watch you burn.
And so I keep walking down by the canal that never ends.
Too many people are still breathing and I'm a coward for not ending them.
Walk on, soul's gone, sailing seas of heartache.
Float on, boat's gone, you'll have to swim all the way.