by Stefan Blixt
Hey, what's this
With the pretty little face
In the pretty little place
You got to watch it all go down
Hey, what's new
Tell me what you're going to do
In your pretty little zoo
You got to pick it all up now
It's their round
Yes it feels like a crime
Used to be your time
You got to watch it all go down
You did so much
And your finishing touch
Gets heaved onto your crutch
You got to pick it all up now
That's the way
You've nothing left to say
At the end of this day
You got to watch it all go down
Take your rest by the heritage crest
Along with the rest
You got to pick it all up now
You got to watch it all go down
All he books and tapes, bits and scrapes
All the friends and foes, highs and lows
All the great big tower, built by fire
All the deep, dark dungeons
Washed and plunged