作曲 : ween
作词 : Ween
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