Ken Mode - The Irate Jumbuck lyrics

Criticize me For this self-indulgent introspective… It's all there is these days When my pen's poison runs dry and… Progress requires my hands and mind to move Body aches Mind numbs Mood is firmly soured This firm belief remains In this case Quitting is for the weak Previous forecasts are appearing Much more overcast than anticipated But we forge on Twigs and mosses crunching at our feet This mission is colder and The terrain much more difficult Than we'd prefer But I refuse to turn back If I don't meet you At the other side I don't meet you At the other side The bags under my eyes Have begun to twitch Under the strain That we've endured these past weeks While the sun chose to hide Behind its hollow grey sheath Body aches, mind numbs, mood firmly soured This firm belief remains In this case Quitting is for the weak You all can walk away But I won't fail this time If I don't meet you at the other side I don't meet you at the other side Progress requires my hands and mind to move