Counting days 'til it's over, my friends,



'til it's over, my friends, count along



Counting days 'til it's over, my friends



'til it's over, my friends, count along



Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more



Self destructive on a rollercoaster fireball



Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says



She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery



Left my heart on the shelf for way too long



Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor



I saw the line of snakes that came to me



So innocent were the days



The taste of good memories



A bag full of hope that was only for me and you



No more broken dreams I feel like a loaded gun



Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control



Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says



She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery



Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right



Can't call the doctor, he's as sick as you and I



I saw the line of snakes that came to me



So innocent were the days



The taste of good memories



A bag full of hope that was only for me and you



So innocent were the days



The taste of good memories



A bag full of hope that was only for me and you



Counting days 'til it's over, my friends



'Til it's over, my friends, count along



Counting days 'til it's over, my friends



'Til it's over, my friends count along



Counting days 'til it's over, my friends



'Til it's over, my friends, count along



Counting days 'til it's over, my friends



'Til it's over that thing called love



So innocent were the days



The taste of good memories



A bag full of hope that was only for me and you



So innocent were the days



The taste of good memories



A bag full of hope that was only for me and you



Please let it grow, where it belongs



There in the dark where the shadows are born



Leave it alone. I'm sure it will find its way to redeem and blossom



'Cause I know..., the black rose will find its home