'Cos it's once, twice and three times now [bad word] apart like cigarette ash on the ground, I drown out all insecurity residing in me. The person that I thought I'd be would handle so differently. My reflection is hard enough to see without laugh lines and liver spots staring back at me. 

Growing older ain't for me. So let's make tonight all it can be. 

I lift the bottle to my face, take me away from this horrible place. We're getting out, yeah we're leaving [bad word] on get up, we're making our own way. 

Four, five and six on the way, so how are we to live if we hardly get paid? And how are we to know when to call quits, when all we've ever known is suck it up and persist? 

Persist 

I lift the bottle to my face, take me away from this horrible place. We're getting out, yeah we're leaving [bad word] on get up, we're making our own way. 

Here, we're all underdogs and we've never quite made it because we keep growing up while everything changes but we're still here paying our dues, waiting for our cues, all without you. 

I lift the bottle to my face, take me away from this horrible place. We're getting out, yeah we're leaving [bad word] on get up, we're making our own way. 

Yeah