Ah!
You only got one finger left
And it's pointing at the door
And you're taking for granted
What the Lord's laid on the floor
So I'm picking up the pieces
And I'm putting them up for sale
Throw your meal ticket out the window
Put your skeletons in jail
Cause Lord only knows it's getting late
The censors are gone so don't you hesitate
To give yourself a call
let your bottom dollars fall
Throwing your too big cares down the drain
Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man
You'll do whatever you please and I'll do whatever I can
Titanic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink
Don't call us when the new age gets old enough to drink
Cause Lord only knows it's getting late
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate
To Move on up the hill
where there's nothing dead left to kill
Throwing your two big cares down the drain
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odealy odelay, odelay
Just passing through
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay...
source lyricfinder, corrected
