Lyric What Deaner Was Talking 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