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 that 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