Sadie, I was around
The second time
They found your body drowned.
And, lately, I know
Somehow if there with nothing, 
I’d having something to show.
Raiding my head,
Raiding my death
Too many restless summer nights,
Too many [bad word]  lonely pints.

In town and [bad word] with all my friends.
You’ve said that before

It’s really getting old, kid.
It’s really getting old, kid.
It’s really getting old, kid.
It’s really getting old, kid.
It’s really getting old…

Sadie, I was around.
The second time
You let your mother down
And, lady, I know
That [bad word] she says is lies.
She wants you [bad word] home.
Laying in bed.
Raiding your death.
Too many restless summer nights.
Too many [bad word] family fights.

In town and [bad word] with all your friends.
You’ve done that before

It’s really getting old, kid.
It’s really getting old, kid.
It’s really getting old, kid
It’s really getting old, kid.
It’s really getting old, kid.
It’s really getting old, kid.
It’s really getting old, kid.