Lord Only Knows - Beck

Ahhhhhhhhhh!! 
You only got one finger left 
And it's pointing at the door 
And you're taking for granted 
What the Lord's made on the floor 
So I'm picking up the pieces 
And I'm putting them up for sale 
Throw your meal ticket out the window 
Put your skeletons in jail 
'Cause Lord only knows it's getting 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 will 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 
'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late 
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate 
Move on up the hill there's nothing dead left to kill 
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain 
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odealy odelay, odelay 
Just passing through 
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odealy 
Going back to Houston 
Do the hot dog dance 
Going back to Houston 
To get me some pants...