Don't you want me to wake up?
Then give me just a bit of your time
Arguments are made for make-ups
So give it just a little more time
We've got to bring the resources
I wanna play until the time comes
Forget your string of divorces
Just go and throw your little hands up
It's late, oh
I miss the way the night goes
With friends who always make it feel good
This basement has a cold glow
Though it's better than a bunch of others
So go and dance yourself clean
'You're blowing Marxism to pieces'
Their little arguments to pieces
Show
It's your show
Put your little feet down
And hang out
Every night's a different story
It's a thirty car pileup with you
Everybody's getting younger
It's the end of an era
It's true
And you go
Stop
Break me into bigger pieces
So some of me is home with you
Wait until the weekend
And we can make our bad dreams come true
And it's a go, yeah
And if we wait until the weekend
We could miss the best thing to do
Oh
Wish you'd try a little harder
In the tedious march of the few
Every day's a different warning
There's a part of me hoping it's true
You're such an inspiration for the ways
That I will never, ever choose to be
Oh, so many ways for me to show you
How your savior has abandoned you
Fuck your God!
Your Lord, your Christ, He did this
Took all you had, and left you this way
Still you pray, never stray, never, never taste of the fruit
Never thought to question why?
It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into His side
'Praise the one who left you broken down and paralyzed
He did it all for you'
Oh, so many, many ways for me to show you
How your dogma has abandoned you
Choke on a lie. Never thought to question why?