A season with no sun
Is like a killer with no gun
A gala dinner with no shirt
A tricky player with no game
I need a season with the sun
Like the killer needs a gun
To be the dinner being the guest
To be the trick behind the best
But there’s a season with no sun
A loser killer with no gun
A gala dinner with no shirt
A tricky player with no game
I had a season and I had a sun
I am a killer but I need a gun
No way for dinner and no f*ckin’ guests
I see, it’s all right, I need a rest…
…I want my own self back
I want myself back…
It’s time for me to have myself back
A silly game just gives no fun
I want myself back…
And there’s no place where I can run