Means To An End – 20th June 1988

Turning in circles like a spinning wheel
Nothing around the corner for you to touch or feel
Ain’t got no friends from whom you can steal
No pat on the head, you’re just a dog to heel

No way out, it’s too late
Just let go and feel the hate
No way out, it’s too late
Just let go (is what you should’ve done)

No meaning in the end

Jump in, come along for the ride

Jump in and come along for the ride
Return ticket to what you feel inside
Just who cares if another one’s died
Ain’t no point in suicide