Lyrics:

If I just think about it, I'm always wasting time
Applying cream to this
It never stops the itching, the burning cracking skin
And I have had enough of it
We are the most challenged of friends
Taking what we need to live
But I will fall
With one more pull or pluck of this

Pray for the time
I've got my mind, set
Pay for the seats
I've got to see the way we pull through
We are the most shallow of friends
Taking what we want to live
But I will fall
With one more pull or pluck of this

Anybody got a second wind
For a tired man with a broken gift?
Anybody got a second chance
For a broken man giving up on it?