Life at Rainbow's End (For All the Tax Exiles on Main Street)

Streets I knew were raining, changing

Addresses were rearranging

The cold boy from the suburbs, he left there

He'd read the book of no return

And me, I burnt your picture

For the ashes of the lords

For you had played your games too well

As the martyr and the boss

I suppose I chose a

Good introduction

From a formerly trusted friend

A good introduction

To life at rainbow's end

Life at rainbow's end

Life at rainbow's end

Here I am a millionaire

Sewn into these dreams

I burnt all the maps that lead here

So no one can ever follow me

Only lonely parties start

At the dark side of this world

The gangster with the golden arm

Plays death cards for the girls

I saw the final vicar

Make confession to a dancer

We stood upon the bridge at dawn

And the dancer kissed my cancer

I suppose I chose a

Good introduction

From a formerly trusted friend

A good introduction

To life at rainbow's end

Life at rainbow's end

Life at rainbow's end