Wayho

Which way, which way, this way, that way
Which way, which way, this way back now
This little planet has taken a beating
Uncross your arms that’s it, we’re leaving
Watch out the chair has called a meeting
Choice is compulsory
Wayho Wayho
The Dead need friends even if he was a sinner
They say God likes a trier but he would prefer a winner
The lights are getting blinding and the air is getting thinner
Choice is compulsory
Wayho Wayho
What’s written on the back of your soul?
Choice is compulsory
Wayho Wayho
Come on sweet Ruthie let’s dance