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)
