We’re so lucky to get a second chance,
I’ve seen a blind man get his luck on a final hand,
Some bow to the barrel and sit behind their desks,
Working all year round just to clear their debts,

You can try and paint your house again,
Spend all your pounds and pence,
Stress until it’s done,
For two weeks in the sun,

Is this as good as it gets?

Use all our ambition on our homes,
So sad to see them rising up in smoke,
Some love to talk of how they break the mould,
I went through the fire to purify my gold.

You can try and paint your house again,
Spend all your pounds and pence,
Stress until it’s done,
For two weeks in the sun,

Is this as good as it gets?

Is this as good as it gets?
Is this all that’s left?
Is this all you ever wanted?
Is this really our best?

Is this as good as it gets?