Lyrics

Cutting up that hill you feel
Like Sisyphus incarnate
You dance to make it rain
You grow your callous in the desert

But then this Jack fell down
And then he broke his crown
And Jill stayed laughing ever after

We, in the end, fall down
We all, in the end, fall down

Run run run home to your Momma
Little boy you′re crying
Go back to bed and bag your head
With vinegar and wine

2 jack, 4 jill, a pint
Of poison paradise
The bitter pill of choking swallowed laughter

We, in the end, fall down
We all, in the end, fall down
We, in the end, fall down
We all, in the end, fall down

Beneath me
I crush you
To pieces
As dust we are one

You came and then you laughed
To see me just so plastered
You made me want to whip your ass
For causing my disaster

You ran me up that hill
The Irish Setter will
I carried our song home until she cried from laughter

We, in the end, fall down
We all, in the end, fall down
We, in the end, fall down
We all, in the end, fall down

We, in the end, fall down
We all, in the end, fall down
We, in the end, fall down
We all, in the end, fall down