The drunk kids, the catholics   They’re all about the same   They’re waiting for something   Hoping to be saved   Well I have been happy the past couple days   Just thinking of the women who’ve taken your place   And every night I think I certaintly won't ever sleep sober or alone   And then suddenly it occurs to me   I've slept alone before you   And so I pour myself the stiffest drink my stomach can stand   And convince myself to lay back down again   I’m gonna lay back down, I’m gonna lay back down again   The drunk kids, the catholics   They're all about the same   They’re waiting for something   Hoping to be saved   The drunk kids, the catholics   They're all about the same   They’re waiting for something   Hoping to be saved   The drunk kids, the catholics   They're all about the same   They’re waiting for something   Hoping to be saved   They crawl from the oceans   To paint in the caves   But I’m working all weekend   I need to get paid   They crawl from the oceans   To paint in the caves   But I’m working all weekend   I need to get paid   They crawl from the oceans   To paint in the caves   But I’m working all weekend   I need to get paid   They crawl from the oceans   To paint in the caves   But I’m working all weekend   I need to get paid