When summer falls asleep
And winter plucks your strings
The colder that you get
Makes you feel at home
Build it up, tear it up, throw it out
If [bad word] round there now
Would you be pleased to see me
I wouldn't make much noise
Just whimper to myself
Build it up, tear it up, throw it out
My head hurts more each time
The drinking strangles me
Believ in God, like [bad word] Believe in [bad word]  by God