Staff to Refund Counter Möngöl Hörde

God gave me consciousness but he never mentioned why
What's the use of living long if we're all condemned to die?
Humbled in hospitals I have seen the bitter end
Everybody will die alone deserted by their friends

I want it back
Yeah, I want it back

Bleak springs of greying skies, dead grass and twisted trees
Each year advances this insidious disease
Decaying year on year, dear God there's no respite
A final lonely breath and then just endless night

I want it back
I want my money back
I want my money back

I want it back
I want my money back
I want my money back

I want it back
I want my money back
I want my money back

I want it back
I want my money back
I want my money back