What Deaner Was Talking About

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?

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