in June. Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel room. If my friends could see me now, dressing up in my bow-tie, Prancing round the room like
drag himself outside: Locked in his room He is feeling sad and lonely Gladly in gloom He is losing hope in hoping Slept most of June Just didn't feel like
And started preaching like a monk from another world After some minutes, he had a little crowd Which dissappeared when a police car passed by slowly Like rolling gloom
with sharks Mourn as we spell your doom we wasn't born With a silver spoon you do us wrong and we'll seal Your tomb, feel the gloom as you wander the
packs thru the woods black Never look back A serpent bit her on the leg But she took that From February till june four months of gloom 2 more months before
June. Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel room. If my friends could see me now, dressing up in my bow-tie, Prancing round the room like some