Swing On
Holly Throsby
On we go
Skin and bone
Underneath our winter coats
Unlike them, many men
I don't care we're going nowhere
Oh swing on, swing on
Let's not go home
I'm slowing down
And drinking up
But only what fits in a cup
I have some friends and loves
And all our hearts have been beat up on
But oh, they beat on
Swing on, swing on
Let's not go home
Him or her?
Sticks or stones?
Him and her: skin and bone
Swing on, swing on
Let's not go home