Yeah you're trying to tire me, tire me
I can see you in front of me, front of me
You're trying to tire me, tire me
Why don't you get from in front of me?
Oh she's got everyone's eyes
Every home there's a sickening distress
Of roll that film she's a precious, a precious one
But we're all gonna......nah we're already dead!
'Coz we're already dead!
And those colorful words for the Laos frontiers-man
Pa**ed away with the truth