Bandits lyrics

Turning water into alcohol and covering with blood On the road for hidden riches, ever buried and dug up But when you see beyond the carnival into a different line Fallen, fallen is the lonely without a friend to act as guide I'm giving in to the vast exception, honesty and various reasons I need friends Is it true that I'm a hermit here, disheveled and windblown When-like Adam on his game farm- its just not good to be alone? I'm giving in to the vast exception, honesty and various reasons I need friends Interesting