It's late at night, it's after four And I don't want this life anymore Ooh, just sing to me Sing to me I wonder what's behind the golden door That I can't get off the kitchen floor Ooh, this isn't me Aah They've got to keep filling up the hole The hole Aah-aah-aah-ahh Aah-aah-aah-ahh Aah-aah-aah-ahh Aah-aah-aah-ahh How long is this road, this road With every turn, morning forms Ooh, this isn't me Ooh, we've got to keep filling up the hole Aah-aah-aah-ahh Aah-aah-aah-ahh Aah-aah-aah-ahh Aah-aah-aah-ahh Aah-aah-aah-ahh