Pray for the masses
The crowds have gone
They're been sitting in their wooden chairs
Far too long
You can take as many
As you'd like
But you'll still feel it in the morning
Don't you know that you
Are so perfect in his eyes
Bittersweet tendencies
Will wash out with water
You can take as many
As you'd like
But you'll still feel it in the morning
And I'll still be hung-over
With my head in the clouds
You can take as many
As you'd like
With your head in the clouds