I fill my mouth up with air, honey in the hair
 I fill my life up with time, asleep in the vine, whiskey and wine
 Who makes the wind blow, I don't care, my eyes roll back in my head
 I'm just walking in circles I see the lines in chalk on the ground
 One day this will [bad word] down
 Someday this will [bad word] crashing right down
 So go on with your life we will bring you down