Nothing fails I'm not religious No more fears But I feel so moved Makes me wanna pray When I get lost in space I can return to this place You washed away my tears Pray you'll always be here

So raise your glass if you are wrong, In all the right ways, All my underdogs, We will never be never be, anything but loud Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass, Just come on and come on and raise your glass Party crasher, Panty snatcher,

Looking back I still have so many questions So many things unanswered Like what did I do? What could I do? Was there ever a moment you cared? Or was I always ugly and abandoned Remember all the times you wished me harm You wished me dead How could I have

And do everything she'd never do Don't let her see your cardinal eyes Save it for the deathbed Jesus Christ you have confused me Cornered, wasted, blessed and used me Forgive me girls I am confused Stiff and pissed and lost and loose Never look her in

She used to love me a lot I saw her through the window today She was sittin' in the Silver Spoon cafe I started to keep going But something made me stop She looked lonely and I knew the cure Old memories would win her heart for sure I thought I'd walk on

I've felt the hate rise up in me Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves Inside my shell, I wait and bleed I wonder out where you can't see You haven't learned a thing I haven't changed a thing My flesh was in my bones The pain was always free

In this thirty five mile an hour town Mama locked the door last night For the first time in all of her years I said mama you gotta be kidding me She said things ain’t like they used to be round here You just wouldn’t believe it Kids growing up without

She is raging And so she woke up Woke up from where she was Lying still Said I gotta do something About where we're going Step on a steam train Step out of the driving rain, maybe Run from the darkness in the night

The honoring instinct of animal No blame on the red bull Throw fury at him Aim gorge and win Less contenders on the way today Let them pay Nothing lost

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The