When they bring four eyes
When they told me surprise
They bring whole eyes
Keep the heads frozen
They print change of scene
Will i be older?
Will i be older?
My father took me
On a trip hunting
We didn't catch a thing
Blame it on the weather
We went back home
To the cabin prepared for us
Build a fire, will you?
Bring the wood, bring the wood
I would not count on it
I would not count on it
Someday even
Murder my own memory