Lyrics Four O’clock Wasteland - Arvid Nero

Your money ran like sand
Through your open hand
And all that's left is nothing
But you're still in command
Over that four o'clock wasteland

You go to the cornershop
Sing and you take a grip
And when the ladies off
They might share you some tip
In this four o'clock wasteland

You always reach out to someone
Close to your own brand
You see, a set of bad cards
Is hard to hide in a hand
In a four o'clock wasteland

The sun is late as usual
And so is the cops
The deal is gone when light comes crawling, over the rooftops
In a four o'clock wasteland

And the smell of fresh brewed coffee
Blends with new baked pies
And you can't hold your eyelids open
Though you know you ought to try
Four o'clock wasteland