Wish This Damn Winter Would End

[Verse 1] Boots by the doorway Steam off me breath Hands in a bucket Back aching to death Barstools stacked sideways Radio too loud Mop head in tatters No one left but the crowd in my head [Chorus] All this fecking salt It makes cleaning the floor in the pub So damn painful Scrubbin' and scrubbin' For hours at a time Wish this damn winter Would end already [Verse 2] White crust on the tiles Streaks on the mat Boss says “nearly finished” He always says that Knuckles gone crimson Wrists sore and stiff Snow turns to slush Then it follows you in like a riff [Chorus] [Instrumental] [Bridge] Coat on a nail Tips in a jar Dream of a season Where the doors stay ajar Where the ground stays dry And me hands ain’t raw Till then it’s me and this brush Against it all (hey!) [Chorus]