The clothesline of cold eyes
is washing away the face before
Now tell me what´s wrong you see everyone´s gone
You gotta do your best to decorate this dying´ day
This dying´ day

All over a bowl of bitter beans
All over a bowl of bitter beans
And outside way, way up high I got a quarter moon mist
hanging´ over me
And now, I want that rocking chair outta there
Cause he´s no longer living here
It´s no longer needed here

All over a bowl of bitter beans
All over a bowl of bitter beans

And I got a corner store and that´s all the more
For me to praise upon the holidays
And now I´ll close my eyes really, really tight
and make you all go away,
I´ll make you all go all go away

And I´ll pull the trigger and make it all go away
And I´ll make it all go away, I´ll make it all go away