Lyrics:

Making memories take me
How horrible they can make me
Seeing all the freezing
Coughing and wheezing
We all know
When we have acted low
Can feel it from below
The belt of lock and load

And the pain's overrated
Composed?
Well, I don't know, do you?
And the chain's so serrated
And the proof?
Well, I don't know, do you?

Will I ever loose
These old catholic blues
That direct my shoes
Give me the strength to choose
I feel all low
The fear won't grow
If I show
It just where to go
But I don't know

And the pain's overrated
Composed?
Well, I don't know, do you?
And the chain's so serrated
And the proof?
Well, I don't know, do you?

Everything you beg me
I take it on delivery
Paid it off to lift me
You're all far too slippery
What you gonna give me
(What you gonna give me)

Work I have to get through
Work I have to get through
Work I have to get through
Work I have to get through
Work I have to get through
Work I have to get

And the pain's overrated
Composed?
Well, I don't know, do you?
And the chain's so serrated
And the proof?
Well, I don't know, do you?

And the pain's overrated
Composed?
Well, I don't know, do you?
And the chain's so serrated
And the proof?
Well, I don't know, do you?

Everything you beg me
I take it on delivery
Paid it off to lift me
You're all far too slippery
What you gonna give me
(What you gonna give me)