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