Grape Drink And The Wooden Pistol Lyrics

So Let's take it slow, who knows
when we will get there?
And if we
will get there at all..
Let's
play a game of cards, so we can
take our minds off this mess, we
can take our minds of this
mess

You'd better mind your own
business
You'd better pray to god
that he doesn't take us out
With
no direction, where will we go in
the meantime? Harbouring these
thoughts

Now that the dream is
done, how could you say, I didn't
love this?
Now that the dream is
done, how could you say, we didn't
love this?

So tell me, tell me
do you really want to follow
suit?
And tell me, tell me
baby...

Now that the dream is
done, how could you say, I didn't
love this?
Now that the dream is
done, how could you say, we didn't
love this at all?