Every night I'm born and k**ed
I just can't seem to get my fill
every night the world begins
from a tiny spark, and then it ends
up all night
up all night, can't scratch the itch
up all night, what a son of a b**h
I've got this awful itch
and it's impossible to scratch
and this tiny little sh**-hole apartment
is alway f**ing trashed
cracking up means breaking down
I tread the water, but always drown
exhausted thoughts and screeching sounds
It's 4am in a tired little town
up all night & I've got the itch
up all night, what a son of a b**h
I could go all night
hour after hour
the music's so f**ing loud
but it always can go louder
hour after hour