Virgin Prunes Day Of Ages
Like the fire that burns in your eyes
Like the secrets that live inside your head
Oh I wish I was dead
All day, all night
What is wrong is always right
In this day of ages
Sixth sense, sixth sense of ?
?
All day, all night
What is wrong is always right
Oh what a world, what a wonderful world
Oh what a world, what a wonderful world
Wonderful
All day, all night
What is wrong is always, always right
I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead
