Summer is over
Winter is here
Out with the rainbows
In with the fears
Over cold sun and down to the ball
Boys in the waltz and girls in the snow

Swatting flies with Sartre paperbacks enough to turn me on an existentialist
Careful what you wish for you may end up getting bored of always getting [bad word] 

And the nights drove on
And godly long
Another year [bad word] and gone

Tired dirty jokes and secondhand news
Who's on their death bed
You [bad word] with them
Lists of old songs that
We used to sing
All the grand schemes we'll
Never begin

Money is hard [bad word] by, given that the choice is do you eat or do i drink
Weighing up the pros and cons the question should i swim or should I try to sink

And the nights drove on
And godly long
Another year [bad word] and gone

Intimate ailments
 [bad word] 
You show them yours then
They'll show you theirs
Off to the doctors
 [bad word] with fear
Napping for ten years
Pass me a beer

Pockets are bulging, clippings we found
Pictures of buildings razed to the ground
Long lost for looks through
Thin tearful eyes
Borderline jailbait, [bad word] inside

Time to try and find yourself a partner make your bed and lay to die in it
Raise your lip to spoil your youngest look on proudly as he like you turns to drink

And the nights drove on
And godly long
Another year [bad word] and gone