One day you're gonna ride ahead of yours
That day you're gonna rise above of the occasion

Hurt
You know, [bad word] like this, it goes like this
Hurt
You know, it goes like this, [bad word] like this

I guess the pills don't work and the drinks don't work
In the morning they hurt like cigarette burns
Well, the summer's daft and winter's long

One day you're gonna ride ahead of yours
That day you’re gonna ride ahead of your vocation

Hurt
You know, [bad word] like this, it goes like this
Well, hurt
You know, it goes like this, [bad word] like this

I guess the pills don't work and the drinks don't work
In the morning they hurt like cigarette burns
Well, the summer's daft and winter's long