And I wake to the wail
Like moan of a bus as it groans to a standstill
Around the block from the place that I'll leave soon
Four bulbs later, bulbs from the lamp that my dad bought me
So I'll hit the ground running and tear up the streets
But complain about my face and the pain in my feet
As I notch up another year until we're all past it
And the noose around my neck's tightened too much to take
And I wake to the wail
Like moan of a bus as it groans to a standstill
Around the block from the place that I'll leave soon
Four bulbs later, bulbs from the lamp that my dad bought me
So I'll hit the ground running and tear up the streets
But complain about my face and the pain in my feet
As I notch up another year until we're all past it
And the noose around my neck's tightened too much to take
The noose around my neck has tightened too much to take