Lyrics

Hid his car in the back Paid a kid to watch his glass don't crack See him greeted by his made-up name In the stairwell of his favorite parkade He prays for My blind eye He was lost, he was found With a boy in a pillbox hat On the wrong side of town For a man who wears a suit like that He prays for My blind eye Well, I pray for His new bride Transatlantic transactions Under covers covering up an attraction Blood on a pillow with a pregnant wife and kids He prays that Nobody knows, nobody cares He prays that Nobody sees, nobody stares Don't let the kids find you out Don't let the kids find you out Father figure of the new millennium "Life's too short for me to just live one Money's money kid - it's a fact Who are they, who are they to say when I put it back?" Oh, he prays for my blind eye I pray for his new bride He prays for my blind eye I pray for his new wife Hid his car in the back Paid the kids to watch his glass don't crack See him greeted by his made-up name In the stairwell of his favorite parkade He prays for My blind eye Well we pray for Nothing He prays for My blind eye Don't let the kids find you out Don't let the kids find you out I said: Don't let the kids find you out Oh