[Intro]
M-M-M-Make, make
Because that's the way it's meant to be

[Chorus]
I can't be one, thanks for the best year
Careful carrying on, I think you're a bastard
And I might say too much
You can think of me like [?]
And I'm tired of life, nothing matters enough
Made of plenty, made of black stuff
It works when I get down and high

[Verse]
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
I never thought my [?]
I never thought my [?]

[Chorus]
Thanks for the best year
Careful carrying on, I think you're a bastard
And I might say too much
You can think of me like [?]
And I'm tired of life, nothing matters enough
Made of plenty, made of black stuff
It works when I get down and high