I declare now i don't have a heart to jingle
and you know, i don't have nothing, nothing to hide
don't have no mood, to laugh of your disgrace man
and there's nothing, that'll make, myself to tire.. oh no
now i don't wanna go, to anywhere
there's nothing on my mind, and nothing in the hand
you're my friend, friend of, laziness,
dejected away, boring... We're a mess!
Third n' one... i'm not felling very well
third n'one... are you hearing the jingle of bells?
third n' one... now are oppenning the doors of hell..
and i... don't wanna go with you to the hell.. don't wanna go..
