Hengelo - Spring Offensive

Don’t send me back, don’t send me home

It’s too full of the ghosts I know

I am a wayward son, I am a wrecking ball

I’m at the gates, I wait in hope

Frozen by the eastern cold

I was in Berlin, I was on my own

HENGELO I AM SO GLAD

FOR EVERYTHING I CARRY ON MY BACK

HENGELO I WAS SO SCARED

UP TO MY NECK IN DEBT

OH HENGELO

When waves pull back the seabed shows

When cash dries up you’re just skin and bones

I was in Berlin, I was on my own

HENGELO I AM SO GLAD

FOR EVERYTHING I CARRY ON MY BACK

HENGELO I WAS SO SCARED

UP TO MY NECK IN DEBT

OH HENGELO