Get back to the fucking woodchip
Paper over the fucking cracks
Away from the fucking brinksmanship
Teetering dares and phoney facts

Get out fast boy no trance
No easy track to freedom
It's contractual ransom
Crunching numbers for a dance

Watch your diet be proud
You're losing it the wrong way
It's exactly like they say
Only lunching with the crowd

Get back to the fucking woodchip
Paper over the fucking cracks
Away from the fucking nine-line whip
Raging sulks and counterattacks

No affairs see sedate
Don't need a stable hand now
It's repentance for the vow
Punching way beyond your wait

Take the low road five long
They'll pass like rusty bearings
It's an honourable thing
Bunching traffic nothing wrong

Get back to the fucking woodchip
Paper over the fucking cracks
Away from the iceberg's fucking tip
Icy silence and backhand smacks

Get back to the fucking woodchip
Paper over the fucking cracks
Let's call it a temporary blip
Like just before all the great comebacks