I might lift the curse and
 Fight you all the time
 I might pinch the ends and
 Throw you back in line
 It’s easy and generic
 So I can mute the beat
 And the only one left in
 Is gonna be me

 ‘cause I don’t mind it

 I don’t wanna miss you
 It’s tight I can’t unwind
 I’ll be blown to bits but
 I don’t really want to die
 And you do me great service
 When you call my bluff 
 I’ll stay home for hours
 But it’s just never enough

 I might beg your pardon 
 When the road [bad word] 
 And I might count the hours 
 And bend the wire to tune
 Dissect drawing circles
 Or spinning in my seat
 When the coach is yelling 
 [bad word] through the streets

 ‘cause I don’t mind it

 I don’t wanna miss you
 It’s tight I can’t unwind
 I’ll be blown to bits but
 I don’t really want to die
 And you do me great service
 When you call my bluff 
 I’ll stay home for hours
 But it’s just never enough