| Song | With The North Wind, Here We Go Again |
| Artist | The Tossers |
| Album | Purgatory |
| Oh and here we go again | |
| A broken bottle in my hand | |
| And our taxed joints crack and bend | |
| From our backs we rise and stand | |
| Oh and here we go again | |
| Our vision wincing towards the sun | |
| Delerium tremens shake and stand | |
| And we decide this isn't fun | |
| Oh and here we go again | |
| On the sharp edge of a knife | |
| Singing not but only pain | |
| But for some semblance of a life | |
| That they cannot take or tax | |
| For it's all that we can do | |
| The nucleus of all my friends | |
| And I lift my glass to you | |
| Oh and here we go again |