There he goes again
I heard it from a friend
Who couldn't comprehen
Why I would defend him still
I walk into the market
With stalls and ancian arches
The Sun is barely hanging in the sky
I'm far away from home
Some loose change and a phone
It's everything I need to get by
When I shall return
His secrets I will learn
On his chair he'll squirm
And wiggle like a worm
On a hook
I walk into the marked
With stalls an ancian arches
The Sun is barely hanging in the sky
I'm far away from home
Some loose change and a phone
It's everyting I need to get by
