Lyrics

With no complications Fifteen generations (of mine) All honouring nature Until I arrive (with incredible style) I'm the end of the line The end of the family line The end of the line No baby pulled screaming Out into this seething whirl By chance or whim (or even love ? ) Our family tree hacked into decline And I'm spared the pain Of ever saying ("goodbye") I'm the end of the line The end of the family line The end of the line The decision is mine The end of the family line The end of the line I'm the end of the line The end of the family line The end of the ...