Oscar Hocks, he has no clocks
He suffers from the inner talks
He wonders when those sinners stop
Oscar Hocks, he has no clocks
He suffers from the inner talks
Oscar Hocks
Secret societies, good old cops and robbers
Cowboys and indians
It's the one who keeps the secret wine
Secret societies, good old cops and robbers
Cowboys and indians
The one who keeps the secret wine
Nightmares come to all who sleep
But Oscar Hocks, he wakes alone
Nightmares come to all who dream
Oscar Hocks
It's the dead season
All the leaves are falling, and the angels too
The angels too
All the houses are empty
The chandeliers are dusty, and the angels too
The angels too
For some reason it's the dead season
That's my favorite season
For some reason it's the dead season
That's my favorite season
Secret societies, good old cops and robbers
Cowboys and indians
The one who keeps the secret wine
Secret societies, good old cops and robbers
Cowboys and indians
It's the one who keeps the secret wine
It's the dead season