Streets I knew were raining, changingnAddresses were rearrangingnThe cold boy from the suburbs he left therenHe'd read the book of no returnnAnd me, I burnt your picturenFor the ashes of the lordsnFor you had played your games too wellnAs the martyr and the bossnnI suppose I chose a good introductionnFrom a formerly trusted friendnA good introduction to life at rainbow's endnLife at rainbow's endnLife at rainbow's endnnHere I am a millionairenSown into these dreamsnI burnt all the maps that lead herenSo no-one can ever follow mennOnly lonely parties startnAt the dark side of this worldnThe gangster with the broken armnPlays deaf cards for the girlsnI saw the final vicar makenconfession to a dancernHe stood upon the bridge at dawnnAnd the dancer kissed my cancernnI suppose I chose a good introductionnFrom a formerly trusted friendnA good introduction to life at rainbow's endnLife at rainbow's endnLife at rainbow's end