The wash is out

It's hanging up

And all I have

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 talkin' about

I don't think I will ever return again my friend



If I was king

I'd wear a ring

And never hurt my people

I'd stay alert

And dress to kill

I might even slip you something



The sun comes up and I'm all washed out

Is this what Deaner was talkin' about

I don't think I will ever return again my friend



The sun comes up and I'm all washed out

Is this what Deaner was talkin' about

I don't think I will ever return again my friend