Hour After Hour - Government Warning

Every night I’m born and killed

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 bitch

I’ve got this awful itch

And it’s impossible to scratch

And this tiny little shit-hole apartment

Is alway fucking 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 bitch

I could go all night

Hour after hour

The music’s so fucking loud

But it always can go louder

Hour after hour