Well I know you dont know the reason
And its cold, a sign of the season
cause youre old, and battered and beaten
And well grow, til we hit the ceiling, yeah
[chorus]
Oh we better, get away
Send a letter, bombs away
Youre covered in my skin
I couldnt imagine anyone else
Come up for the weekend
I couldnt imagine why you would save yourself
Well its gone and its not returning
And your clothes and pictures are burning
cause youre old, and battered and beaten
And well grow, til we hit the ceiling, yeah
[chorus x 3]