Blackout Beach Beautiful Burning Desire
Don't dance there, that's my husband's spot
He danced upon that spot three hundred hours ago
And made a tower for the funeral fire
Until I'm gonna say you cut two away
Run, run, run away
I'd better run into the woods behind the wooding hall
And drink whiskey just two away
Run, run, run away
Beautiful burning
Ire, shall we turn the tools
You're gonna run away
You're gonna run away
You're gonna run away
You're gonna run away
Don't you run away
Don't you run away
You're gonna run away
Don't you run away
You're gonna run away
You're gonna run away
I don't feel so well
I don't feel so well
I don't feel so well
I don't feel so well