Oh, my dad will play hell when he finally figures out
How I've been spending my time
Why on earth did he send me down?
Oh, my trouble with sin and the rules we cut in stone
They felt so much better apart
Observed from the sky than down here alone
I'm coming home with a heavy heart
Holes in my hands, I'm falling apart
I'm coming home with a broken heart
Holes in my feet they walked me so far
To hell you'd send me and my friends
If only you knew the half of what we did
To stay on the better side of it
To stay on the buoyant side of the ship
Oh, wine passes the time. I neve...