St. Teresa

St Teresa with her dog on the beach She's been divorced for years And drunk for weeks Power-walking from the ghosts she sees in her sleep It's gay sons and younger blondes With big perfect teeth When her little dog in the sand Throws up its paws and says, "Hey man... Gotta get yourself a grip Lay off the leash a bit, And keep in mind we're talking to the dog again... Why you gotta go and take it all so bad, oh mama oh? Like every wave in the bay is just breaking across your back Can't we turn it up just a little more? You know this Apocalypse, it doesn't have to be a bore... Down to the marina, gonna steal us a boat Name it something sick as hell Like 'Beerly Afloat' Fill it up with tequila, porn, and dynamite Push the throttle down, tear it off Put the nose into the night. If everything comes from nothing Then back to nothing it must go. So if we're going to burn out, girl Let's give em all a show Why you gotta go and take it all so bad, oh mama oh? Like every wave in the bay is just breaking across your back Can't we turn it up just a little more? You know this Apocalypse, it doesn't have to be a bore... Wasting away atop a pile of money We could be burning like the pros Ya can't buy love and you can't spend worry Life's a blur, and then you go Why you gotta go and take it all so bad, oh mama oh? Like every wave in the bay is just breaking across your back Can't we turn it up just a little more? Yessir! You know this Apocalypse, it doesn't have to be a bore, Get in or get on out, it just don't matter anymore.