Beck Lord Only Knows
You've only got one finger left and it's pointin' at the door and you've taken for granted what the Lord's 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 and put your skeletons in jail. 'Cause 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 Throwing 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 whent the New Age gets old enough to drink 'Cause Lord only knows it's gettin' late Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate To move on up the hill There's nothing there left to kill Throwing your two-bit cares down the drain yeah Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay odelay, odelay, just passin' through [lower tone of voice] Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay Going back to Houston YEAH to the hot dog dance. Going back to Houston WOAH to get me some pants
