Вершы: Ween. Live In Toronto Canada. What Deaner Was Talkin' About.

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
I do not think I will ever return again, my friend
I do not think I will ever return again, my friend