Here we go again of what's left of the fool on the floor And here once again thru the cellar and out thru the back door And I don't want a lose it tattoo'd on my thought on no more It takes me back there, straight back to 1904
And they say awake no more And they stay awake no more
The guns were cryin' and lowered the bar on the door They hate thee hate thee because they are soul-lost and poor
And they say awake no more And they stay awake no more
And here we go again thru what's left of a hole on the floor And back thru the cellar and out of what's left of the back door And here we go again thru what's left in the hole on the floor And out thru the cellar and out of what's left of the back door