Lyrics:
The wash is outIt's hanging upAnd all I haveIs nothingNothing to doNothing to sayI think I must be dreamingThe sun comes up and I'm all washed outIs this what Deaner was talkin' aboutI don't think I will ever return again my friendIf I was kingI'd wear a ringAnd never hurt my peopleI'd stay alertAnd dress to killI might even slip you somethingThe sun comes up and I'm all washed outIs this what Deaner was talkin' aboutI don't think I will ever return again my friendThe sun comes up and I'm all washed outIs this what Deaner was talkin' aboutI don't think I will ever return again my friend