Lyrics

Hunting a trace to the public pools Followed by a dozen of skaters They drag me down and they pull me through And now I think I need a reanimator Recovering fast I continue my way Open the door of the building Closing today, says the man in white I turn around maybe they're filming Slightly despaired as I kiss him goodbye Sorry boy, but I should be leaving Before I treat you the skating kind I cast a spell and turn you into a beagle Ain't losing hope cause there's still a chance Beaching the local lido I see four hundered grannys are drifting by Over an area of five square meters I feel treatment over me This kind of treatment And this is the end and so we go...