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