I don´t remember - son of a bitch I don´t remember much after 2006
There ain´t a lot to do - now who the f**k are you Telling me to pretend - well this is the end
I hear you cry out - in anger and pain I hear you calling my name again and again
But I´m out of touch - I don´t believe in much So I start to pretend that this is the end
Six lonely days and I can´t take it anymore Six lonely days - now I´m back I come around with dead flowers in my hand Six lonely days and now I´m back
So now you see me - now you don´t Don´t ever leave me - just give me what I want
There ain´t a lot to do - now who the f**k are you Telling me to pretend - well this is the end
Six lonely days and I can´t take it anymore Six lonely days - now I´m back I come around with dead flowers in my hand Six lonely days and now I´m back Six lonely days and now I´m back Six lonely days and now I´m back
