Penned for Mel Lawson [1991-2008]
Much adored and respected
member of the Lawson clan. God speed you angel child.

Yo yoh! Yo-yo!
Way down underneath the radar
Mr Damage rides a boxcar,
And your youth got focussed on his every word...
Did a spell on trumped up charges-
Still his thirst for night enlarges
As he pulls your blanket up
He mouths a curse...

Cos once you reach the end of your rope
No power on Earth's gonna help you cope
A 'No Vacancy' sign swings between the stars!
Yeah once you reach the end of the rope
The universe looks an endless slope
Leadin' nowhere fast but it's better
Than where you are... oh...

A human tendency for inaction
Gives some a chance to post retractions
From a roof, a car, or in some quiet room...
The one I love chose Sunday morning
Left no wish, no want, no warning,
The blackest sin about it was she left too soon!

Cos once she'd reached the end of her rope
No holy Joe was there to crown her Pope,
Or go chasin' virgin mums in trailer parks!
Yeah once she'd reached the end of her rope
The emptiness was like a cake of soap
Slippin' underfoot, oh to bring her down so hard!
Down so hard, oh, she came down so hard... oh yeah

Hey Yo-yo..
Way down deep beneath the sonar
Where every lie becomes a pop star,
And the pure of heart are trampled at every turn...
But know this one thing precious harlots!
Truth will weave its web like Charlotte!
And beyond this blue you'll get- your just deserts!

Cos once you reach the end of that rope
The universe looks an endless slope
A 'No Vacancy' sign swings between the stars!
Once you reach the end of your rope
No power on Earth's gonna help you cope!
Oh and you know you aint that strong...
Oh and you know you can't go on...
And you know you don't belong!
And you know there's something wrong!
With what you are, oh, with all you are...
With what you are...

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