Lord Only Knows

Beck


You only got one finger left,
and it's pointing at the door,
and your taking for granted,
what the lords laid on the floor,

So i'm picking up the pieces
and i'm puttin' them up for sale,
throw your meal ticket out the window,
put your skeletons in jail

"Cos lord only knows it's gettin' late
Your senses are gone, so don't you hesitate,
to give yourself a call,
let your bottom dollars fall
throwin your two bit cares down the drain.

Invite me to the seven seas,
Like some seasick man.
you'll do whatever you please,
and i'll do whatever i can.
Titanic fare thee well,
my eyes are turning pink
don't call us when the new age,
gets old enough to drink,

"Cos lord only knows it's getting late,
Your Senses are gone so don't you hesitate,
To move on up the hill,
theres nothing dead, left to kill,
throwin' your two bit cares down the drain...
yeah...

órale
órale
órale
órale
órale
órale
just passin' through...
órale
órale
órale
órale...........
dYow!

goin' back to houston,
do the hot dog dance,
goin' back to houston,
to get me some pants.............

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