Wayho - Minuit

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