Is this the fag-end, dead-end place where we must cease?   Now take my hand and I'll lead you to the guillotine   Look at the mascara run down your cheekbones   You'll have to get used to being alone      Your stockings ripped and your face is looking pretty beat   But this is one game where you face certain defeat   Don't throw the radio into the bathtub   Don't take those pills cos you don't know what will come of...      I'm sorry all the same if I'm a liar   But you'll find another flame to light your fire      Your melodramatic gestures won't do any good   This thing has run it's course   And I wouldn't change it if I could   Don't throw the radio into the bathtub   Don't take those pills cos you don't know what will come of...      I'm sorry all the same if I'm a liar   But you'll find another flame to light your fire      I'm sorry all the same if I'm a liar   But you'll find another flame to light your fire   I'm sorry all the same if I'm a liar   But you'll find another flame to light your fire   Light your fire, light your fire