Can't Clap Any Louder

I see you’re neck deep in blasphemy

Oh are you holding a cure?

And if I tell you you’re pretty

Well they won’t shake you down

But I can’t fake my sympathy…for you

I see you climbing to the top of the tower

I can’t clap, clap any louder

I bet your mama couldn’t be any prouder

I can’t clap, clap any louder

You get suspicious from 100 miles away

And if you blow out the candles on my birthday cake

But if I were you

Well I’d cross my fingers and make my dreams come…true

I see you climbing to the top of the tower

I can’t clap, clap any louder

I bet your mama couldn’t be any prouder

I can’t clap, clap any louder

I see you’re neck deep in blasphemy

And I know you’re holding a cure

I see you climbing the top of the tower

I can’t clap, clap any louder

I bet your mama couldn’t be any prouder

I can’t clap, clap, clap any louder

I see your face right down in the powder baby

I can’t clap, clap any louder

I bet your mama couldn’t be any prouder

I can’t clap clap clap clap clap clap