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