If she can carry on, Through it all, then so can I.
When you don't have to sell your soul, no need to say any more.
Had my candyfloss girl, fingers no longer sticky, what a shame.
Now living in Cornwall,
I burnt the town where I  was born, but I'll always be the resurrection.
My aim is true, my message is clear,
It's curtains for you
Charlie my dear.
Am I all alone?
Is anybody home?