I wrote a line about a ship destroyed in a storm The imagery's nice but the story is so worn Plus, I've never seen the sea I'm metaphorically landlocked So I make up waves in the gutters where I walk Like an abandoned building's walls Can't I stand until they bring a wrecking ball? Cut me up Tear me down Cut me up Tear me down ♪ Well, my bus was so late and my tea ain't that great You'd swear I'm the target of genocide And yes, I've always lived in the castle I've never gone outside But I won't blame a privileged life On the reason why I can't survive one Cut me up Tear me down Cut me up ♪ Yes, I know that it's all relative But these are the palest shade of blues And they're easy to hum along to That's how they got passed onto you I know I'm not as tough as the bricks of Aughrim Street But I'll outlast your sails as you drown in a puddle That's it, I swear I've had enough of this Cut me up Tear me down Cut me up Tear me down (Oh, Oh)