Cold hands couldn't want me to be the end that I felt down in the knees
Please send my head wrapped up in reeds to my friends, so I can die when they please
My age doesn't behave or start to make it better
Start to make it better
Start to make it better
Start
I don't need it now
I don't believe in it
I can't feel it
I can't feel it
I can't feel it now
Pretend my way's always the truth
Rename the streets after the youth
Long days circle back to the boot
Always I'll say 'mind what you do'