What Deaner Was Talking About (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 dreamingThe 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 friendIf 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 somethingThe 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

Songwriters

MICHAEL MELCHIONDO JR., AARON FREEMANPublished by

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