Cursed on the odds by Father Mark
  The Parish Picnic Spring 07
  Said Take the bet or burn in hell
  It seems like god gets enough attention
  But he's starving for your compliments
  And I'm placing my bets on you
  You're in Pascal's hell and you're still happy
  Wasting my life on you
  I'm high with you when the sirens blare
  The violent start to the violent end
  Outside a sax sings Karen Carpenter
  A kiss for luck and we're on our way
  So we've only just begun to live
  I'm wasting my life on you
  Yeah kiss for luck and we're on our way
  I'm wasting my life on you
  I'm wasting my life on you
  Wasting my life on you
  Wasting my time
  Wasting my time
  Wasting my time
  I'm wasting my life on you
  Last gasp on this helpless rock was
  Was wasted on I love you