Kasabian

This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains
Climb into your eye
Nobody’s hurting and nobody’s lying
They climb into your eye
Never to die…
They say the man he used to sail on his journey
And laid a trap so much
The pilgrims for their money
He placed his gold all over this world
And in morning as he looked out over Cairo
He makes his process
And his smoked them in a barrum
He could not die
And we never found out why
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains
climb into your eye
Nobody’s hurting and nobody’s lying