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 I come 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 hell

Believe in hell, by God