Your loved ones, your loved ones
It's all boiling over, all boiling over
Don't turn away, don't turn away
All the rooms were numbered
You shoulda took me out when you had the chance
It's all boiling over, all boiling over
Try to save your house, try to save your songs
A normal conversation, a normal conversation
There were ten in the bed
And the losers turned away
There were ten in the bed
And the little one said, “Roll over”
Try to run but it follows you up the hill
You shoulda took me out when you had the chance