(ween)
The washing's out, it's hanging up
And all I had is nothing
Nothing to do, nothing to say
I think I must be dreaming
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what deaner was talking about?
And I do not think I will ever return
Again, my friend
If I were king I'd wear a ring
And never hurt my people
I'd stay alert, and just to kill
I might even slip you something
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what deaner was talking about?
And I do not think I will ever return
Again, my friend
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what deaner was talking about?
And I do not think I will ever return
Again, my friend
I do not think I will ever return
Again, my friend
I do not think I will ever return
Again, my friend
