Come with me my friend
From the King of Burgers to the World's End
Past the signs for Quicksilver
And The Fair Game Keeper
Fly fly away for Holidays To Remember
We're taking a trip down Eliot's streets
Of mutters, retreats and sickly sunsets
So glad to have you with me
In this bid to fight my misery
Come with me my friend
From the King of Burgers to the World's End
Come with me my friend
From the King of Burgers to the World's End
Through these desperate streets we walk...
Come with me my friend
Through the swing doors to the World's End
To the corner we take our chair
Beneath the neon's livid glare
Where I will try not to sigh
Too long into my beer
We're taking a trip down Eliot's streets
Of mutters, retreats and sickly sunsets
So glad to have you with me
In this bid to fight my misery