Songtexte: Karate. Nerve.

Never, never assume the night's done when 40 ounces might make you smile some and you can drink past your history, think that you remember me, think when you've got soul or something that you can't define. But watch what you say. You wake up anyway, and it's just like yesterday again. You're a little less relaxed, and you can't say much because you feel like a nerve. I've heard young hearts go up in fire, like the paper on a cigarette. Now I can imagine yours, so warm and so alive. So watch what you say.