The End

Is this what life is all about? A TV-chef, a homestyled house The LCD flat on your wall Will it make you reach the inner core? Is this what weґre supposed to do? Forever being on the move Doing the only thing we know Our latest version of the truth Weґre just a bunch of normal guys Who never seemed to learn To keep our voices down So here it is, our pride and glory The finest piece of art weґve ever done I tell you man, it wasnґt easy I never thought weґd bring this sucker home Now itґs time to face the curtain Was it worth the pain? It could always be more perfect But here it is, our end Youґre welcome to The End