Every other Christmas
Don't ask me to be Mister Clean
By the way, this song's for you
Well, I ain't no saint
That was then, this is now
Something I don't know
Sure, it's gonna fall
Are you really Satan, yes or no?
You seem really sure 'bout
Is that so much to ask?
Is it me or is it you?
Time's gone
Are you really God, yes or no?
Your wasted words, so absurd
Weekday soap-box speciality
You're walkin' 'round lookin' such a fright
Go on home, baby and watch it on TV
I'd make a wager and I'd hope to lose
Ten more times, we will see
And you sure as hell ain't no savior
Your wasted words already been heard
Take that load off
Your wasted words will never be heard
And let it be
I would practice good behavior
'Cause baby, I don't know how
Looks like Rome is 'bout to fall
Find that broke down line
Please don't crawl
Well, all day and half the night
Next time take the elevator
I'll pay you back no matter what the task
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout now
Ring my phone 'bout
Looks like your chest's about to go
