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