What Deaner Was Talking About Songtext / Lyric

The washing's 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 talking 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 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?

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 talking about?

And 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