Lyrics:

Precious attitude
A pair of boots at my door
Throw a smile at you
You want to know what it's for
What the preacher say
Will you remember your chores
In the light of day
You find yourself on some floor
All that stuff winds me up
But I've got to breakaway
All that stuff winds me up
Here comes my getaway
Soul night heaven
Going down 'til seven
Enough, turn off, just play
See the fire fight
The world washed up at your door
Saying hell I might
But you're not even half sure
Take these thoughts from me
Like they were staring you blind
When I talk to you
There's still so much on your mind
All that stuff winds me up
But I've got to breakaway
All that stuff winds me up
Here comes my getaway
Soul night heaven
Going down 'til seven
Enough, turn off, just play

Precious attitude
A pair of boots at my door
Throw a smile at you
You want to know what it's for
On principle
I take it to you all night
So you think you will
You can't get it off your mind
All that stuff winds me up
But I've got to breakaway
All that stuff winds me up
Here comes my getaway
Soul night heaven
Going down 'til seven
Enough, turn off, just play
Here comes my getaway, getaway
I've got to breakaway, breakaway
Here comes my getaway, getaway
I've got to breakaway, breakaway
Here comes my getaway, getaway
I've got to breakaway, breakaway
Here comes my getaway, getaway
I've got to breakaway, breakaway