Lord Only Knows
Ah!
You only got one finger leftAnd it's pointing at the doorAnd you're taking for grantedWhat the Lord's made on the floorSo I'm picking up the piecesAnd I'm putting them up for saleThrow your meal ticket out the windowPut your skeletons in jail
'Cause Lord only knows it's getting lateYour senses are gone so don't you hesitateTo give yourself a callLet your bottom dollars fallThrowing your two bit cares down the drain
Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick manYou will do whatever you pleaseAnd I'll do whatever I canTitanic, fare thee well,My eyes are turning pinkDon't call us when the new agegets old enough to drink
'Cause Lord only knows it's getting lateYour senses are gone so don't you hesitateMove on up the hill there's nothing dead left to killThrowing your two bit cares down the drain
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odealy odelay, odelayJust passing throughOdelay, odelay, odelay, odelayGoing back to HoustonDo the hot dog danceGoing back to HoustonTo get me some pants