And there was a time when all I wanted was my ice cream colder and a little cream soda, oh well oh well
And a wooden box and an alley full of rocks was all I had to care about, oh well oh well oh well
Now my mind is filled with rubber tires and forest fires, and whether I'm a liar
And lots of other situations where I don't know what to do
At which time God screams to me there's nothing left for me to tell you

Nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well

hej, jag äter fiskbullar och dricker vin. i feel good. my nice fat ass belongs to shayan nowww äsch jag har inget att skriva ADJÖ.