40 Days

Yeah check one two ... now I`ve got the clue baby ... let`s dance

This garden was full of boxes filled with my favourite toys

I never felt remorse when I provoked the winds that blew them all away

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