Letra da Música: Day Of Ages - Virgin Prunes

Like the fire that burns in your eyes
Like the secrets that live inside your head
Oh I wish I was dead

All day, all night
What is wrong is always right
In this day of ages

Sixth sense, sixth sense of


All day, all night
What is wrong is always right

Oh what a world, what a wonderful world
Oh what a world, what a wonderful world
Wonderful

All day, all night
What is wrong is always, always right

I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead
I wish I was dead