Lyrics
Pray for pills that won’t affect me on the morning after
Pile all the pills on the floor up on the kitchen table
Slick white on the throw, and fidget with your hands and toes all day
Pray for pills that won’t affect me on the morning after
Pile all the pills on the floor up on the kitchen table (x3)
I forsee my god on the kitchen table
But of all the things you have to do
Realize they were up to you
Can you explain this mess?
I’ve been known
Where were you angels out here? (x3)
Rejoice! Rejoice!