When you're down to the last skin and the

limelight splutters,

to darkness in the death of a zippo (tm).

At the backstage door the last fan has long

disappeared with

a plastic bag stuffed full of memories.

If only you'd signed them, if only to testify, if only

to recognise that he existed.

That for a moment he stood there.

Side by side in the gutter on the hard cold

shoulder of destiny.



(Chorus):

You say never again this is the end and it's all gonna

change you're determined this time.

Year after year you pretend it's for real and it's all

gonna change you're determined this time.

Well happy birthday to me!



When you're the worm in the bottle. Your're the

last one to leave

and there's nowhere to go to. And the minicab driver politely suggests

you go home. If you could only remember, just where that's at, just

where you been, just where it went wrong. You'll eventually find it,



(Chorus):



When you're down to the end line and they're writing you up

and writing you off and it feels just like an obituary.

You feel it's all over. You want to drive on down to the beach

and just keep on swimming. But you're still treading water.



(Chorus):



Happy Birthday