Will I be in town,
When hell swallows Beverly Hills
Will you be around,
When I come to my senses and confess that I love you still
Hallelujah
I can smile and nod my way through almost every situation
Even you, even you have your eyes on something,
In control of your own world but king of nothing,
Your a prize with a catch, working on commission
A traitor to the cause,
All faith in the world but ya chose the wrong religion
So hallelujah, and hooray for you
You can bat your eyes through just bout every situation
So aren't you happy, can't you see
How well things are going for me
Aren't you happy, can you see how well things are going for me
Well I'll be in town right,
Where else would I be?
And when hell swallows up all of us whole,
And you won't be anywhere in sight,
I'll lay here with Lucy and place bets on whose souls will be released from the night,
And listen to the low ballers bargain their hearts for a 2nd chance in the light
Hallelujah, and hooray, for them
They can beg and plead their way through every desperate situation
