The End Lyrics

Land full of oil

Sky full of spray

A hole down to hell at the bottom of the bay and

Now if it rains it may all wash away

Oh no oh no oh no

And in the end

Will I be home

Will I be with friends

And in the end

Will I be whole

Will I make amends

Cracks in the barrel

Blood on the stage

If it's not on your shores

The word's in the waves

We don't believe stories of better days

Oh no oh no oh no

And in the end

Will I be home

Will I be with friends

And in the end

Will I be whole

Will I make amends

And if I think it's the way it should be

In that way will I be set free

Or would someone be kidding me

And sometimes I think I might have the right

To find out some way to fight

And save my soul