Lyrics:

Winchester

If the wheel is fixed
I would still take a chance
If we're treading on thin ice
Then we might as well dance
So I play the fool
But I can't sit still
Help me get this rock
To the top of this hill
Do it
Till we're sick of it
Do it till you can't do it no more
Friends will pity you
I guess that's what they're for
But they just take you like they find you
When they find you on the floor
But you do it
Till you sick of it
Do it till you can't do it no more