Hand over fist Only if you got it bad enough, oh, oh Oh, oh, it's too late to leave, too late to leave Stay to soften the blow To drink and to smoke My blood from a stone I do expect fortunes to fold To soften the blow
Breathe in deep And cleanse away our sins And we'll pray that there's no God To punish us and make a fuss You're so happy now Burning the candle at both ends Your self loving soothes And softens the blows you've invented Cracks healing up
