Ouch-ouch-ouch it hurts again, aa-aa-aa
maybe one will get used to it, uu-uu-uu.
I got a stabbed in my soul by Fate,
I'll probably never recover from it.
When I woke up it was dawn.
I noticed that Sunday bells were already ringing.
Ouch-ouch-ouch, it hurts again
maybe one will get used to it.