| I'm singing in my sleep again | |
| It makes you laugh so hard | |
| You cannot stop | |
| After the moment's passed | |
| My orchestra helps you | |
| Flee from the pressure' | |
| Cause the money's dried up | |
| And it's the first of the month | |
| Watching you go crazy is driving me insane | |
| I hope you don't think | |
| I'm lazy, baby | |
| I'm working overtime watching you go crazy | |
| Is making me lose my mind | |
| I went to my priest | |
| To ask the church for relief | |
| He said they had bigger problems to address | |
| Than meI pressed my luck, asked for a cup of | |
| Jesus's blood' | |
| Cause it tastes just like grape juice | |
| He said, "Go home funny man, enjoy while you can'Cause we're coming to save you" | |
| Baby, let my music drive you mad | |
| Let it be your punching bag | |
| On delicate feet let's move out to the margins | |
| Let's corral a garden full of life for our cells | |
| My sweet little thang made of candy cane | |
| I hope you can hear this | |
| If not, you're more prepared for his return | |
| Than those so called believers | |
| For now you should rest | |
| One day we'll make baby foxes | |
| Those of us short on loot | |
| Are short on friends and lovers too | |
| We have no dollar bills to pay our water bill | |
| But we're still sexy and who are they? | |
| They are much less attractive | |
| When the money is subtracted, hey |