it's the calming before the storm

　　alcohol sits nicely in your stomach warm

　　when you wake up hungover

　　you wish you were sober

　　I dance with the devil and drink with the demons

　　that'll sleep with death and fell short of breath

　　when you wake up hungover

　　you wish you were sober

　　just be pretty but naive

　　anything here is what you'll believe

　　let the rhyme get stuck in your head

　　wish you had undressed me in your head

　　it's the low before the high

　　it's been so long, I thought you were dead

　　when you wake up hungover

　　you wish you were sober

　　and I'll be counting the days that the sun goes past

　　with the clouds beneath my feet(?)

　　just be pretty but naive

　　anything you'll hear is what you'll believe

　　let the rhyme get stuck in your head

　　wish you had undressed me in your bed

　　'cos we've been falling apart

　　built to crumble from the start

　　I'm a cold metal machine

　　and I'll do things you've never seen

　　just be pretty but naive

　　anything you'll hear is what you'll believe

　　let the rhyme get stuck in your head

　　wish you had undressed me in your?

　　just be pretty but naive

　　anything you'll hear is what you'll believe

　　let the rhyme get stuck in your head

　　wish you had undressed me in your bed

　　'cos we've been falling apart

　　built to crumble from the start

　　I'm a cold metal machine

　　and I'll do things you've never seen

　　and what they don't tell you in church is saints are sinners too