Lord Only Knows - Beck

You only got one finger left

And it’s pointin' at the door

And you’re takin' for granted

What the Lord’s laid on the floor

So I’m pickin' up the pieces

And I’m puttin' 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 turnin' 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

You move on up the hill but there’s nothin' there left to kill

Throwin' your two bit cares down the drain

Yea

Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay

Just passin' through

Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay

(Yaa)

Goin' back to Houston

(Yaa)

To the House Of Dance

Goin' back to Houston

(Yaa)

To get me some pants