What Deaner Was Talking About

(ween)The washing's out, it's hanging up

And all I had is nothing

Nothing to do, nothing to say

I think I must be dreamingThe sun comes up and I'm all washed out

Is this what deaner was talking about?

And I do not think I will ever return

Again, my friendIf I were king I'd wear a ring

And never hurt my people

I'd stay alert, and just to kill

I might even slip you somethingThe sun comes up and I'm all washed out

Is this what deaner was talking about?

And I do not think I will ever return

Again, my friendThe sun comes up and I'm all washed out

Is this what deaner was talking about?

And I do not think I will ever return

Again, my friendI do not think I will ever return

Again, my friend

I do not think I will ever return

Again, my friend