S.K.A.

Here we go again

Of what's left of the fool on the floor

And here once again

Through the cellar and out through the back doorAnd I don't want a lose it

Tattooed on my thought on no more

It takes me back there

Straight back to 1904And they say awake no more

And they stay awake no moreThe guns were cryin'

And lowered the bar on the door

They hate thee, hate thee

Because they are soul lost and poorAnd they say awake no more

And they stay awake no moreAnd here we go again

Through what's left of a hole on the floor

And back through the cellar

And out of what's left of the back doorAnd here we go again through

What's left in the hole on the floor

And out through the cellar

And out of what's left of the back door