In a written old magazine
There's a story told by the sheep
You can never make it show
So
Now you know
Once upon a time there was a little lamb
A yellow fisher fisherman
Wondering who's to know
So now now The story goes
Two guys standing at the corner They've got an education
Never looking back on their restless mind
Fisherman please stop them
Sit me down I'm washing my hands
While having roots
Into the white light shower
I'm washing my hands While having roots
Into the white light shower
In the field there's now a little home
A big city called my home
And now I'm looking back
So how now
Who's to know
What became of the little lamb
The yellow fisher fisherman Maybe they will never know
So now now
There you go
So now now
There you go
I'm washing my hands While having roots
Into the white
light shower
I'm washing my hands While having roots
Into the white light shower
I'm washing my hands While having roots
Into the white light shower
Give me time
Into the white
light shower I'm washing my hands
While having roots Into the white
light shower