I can't take these whiskey whispers   But when your drunk   What else is there?   In this cathedral full of songs   I was flipping through the hymnal   When I saw something incredible   It was the morning   In it's glory   And all the creatures awoke   And they started their day   In a routine they performed   In order to get paid      Except I needed redemption   And a little expansion   Because the night before   Was too hard to control   And I think I'm going    To do some more      I can't take these blond haired girls   Living in their fucked up world   Of cocaine decay   But I think I know how they're feeling   Their whole life is a movie screening   We need approval from the crowd   Once the movie gets out   And the script   Wasn't performed properly   And there was no development   Anyone could see      So i guess I'm doing this poorly   All this progress is pointless   But I'm making these changes   I wont act on these stages   Anymore      Because we're going   To keep on singing   Until our throats are bleeding   Then we'll plan something big   Yeah we'll plan something grand   And we'll just pretend   that it's an accident   It's an accident