Blästed days lambästed to a haze Hair of the mongrel Ensnared among relics accrued Something felt wrong, well, fusion ensued Foregone conclusions got skewed We'd risk it with whisky A biscuit to whisk it away Just as it brought frisky noggins astray A different dog entered play Blästed Blästed days Oh, Spellbound the ladies Dwelled 'round its prey dismally The Hellhound of Hades severed us free Growled its endeavored decree No voice so poisonous A howling noise of affliction Razing it all Son of a bitch razed it all Oh, blästed Blästed days lambästed to a haze No more blästed days Why blästed days can't last Why blästed days can't last Why