Well I know, you don't know the reason

And it's cold, a sign of the season

'Cause you're old, and battered and beaten

And we'll grow till we hit the ceiling

Yeah

CHORUS:

Oh we better, get away

Send a letter, bombs away

You're covered in my skin

I couldn't imagine anyone else

Come up for the weekend

I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself

Well it's gone

And it's not returning

And your clothes and pictures are burning

'Cause you're old, and battered and beaten

And we'll grow till we hit the ceiling

Yeah

Chorus (3x)