Lyrics

Pray hard like a pious pope But hope for no diamonds If some divine simon spoke Or came down to find us Caught here in our lab coats But without a science Would we see light Oh, I might decide [Hook] While I'm alive I'll feel alive And what's next I guess I'll know when I've, gotten there Am I careful till past dull? Will be is or has been Oh I'm waxing as in half-full Lit with candles lasting Born lonesome, bald and bashful With a nasty 'Nati accent On the East side Oh, I can decide [Hook] While I'm alive I'll feel alive And what's next I guess I'll know when I've gotten there