I`m creeping on all fours again I`m begging for rain
To wash all my sins away...crosscountry
Now it`s time to use my brain because
For fourty days I was caught in a room without a view
My head`s spinning around from all my dirty thoughts real filthy thoughts
I wanted to find peace of mind
but all I got was hate and self deception
In the prime of life the dead of winter has arrived
I`m feeling fagged shagged and fashed
Come on treat me with a little love
You know I like it hard and dirty
This garden was full of people
I should have kissed but know it`s too late
The wind blew them far away crosscountry
that`s the end of the line god bless and happy drinkin
