Making memories take me How horrible they can make me Seeing all the freezing Coughing and wheezing We all know When we have acted low Can feel it from below The belt of luck and load And the pain's overrated, composed Well I don't know are you And the chains so serrated And the proof Well, I don't know do you Will I ever lose These old Catholic blues That direct my shoes Give me the strength to choose I feel all low The fear won't grow If I show it just where and go But I don't know And the pain's overrated, composed Well I don't know are you And the chains so serrated And the proof Well, I don't know do you Everything you beg me I take it on delivery What you gonna give me What you gonna give me Work I have to get through Work I have to get through Work I have to get through Work I have to get through Work I have to get through Work I have to get through Work I have to get And the pain's overrated, composed Well I don't know are you And the chains so serrated And the proof Well, I don't know do you Everything you beg me I take it on delivery Paid it off to lift me You're far too slippery What you gonna give me (What you gonna give me) Doo, doo, doo, doo Doo, doo, doo, doo Doo, doo, doo, doo.