Dead Again - Mustasch

My pain is indescribable

Poor old me

My head feels like a steam machine

Limbs of steel

My wallet’s empty, I am broke

I want to scream

This must come to an end

Cross my heart my friend

But in a week I will be lying here like Dead Again

Whiskey, wine and drafted beer

Never, no more

A pitch-black anguish strangles me

There’s no cure

This must come to an end…