“Lord Only Knows” by Beck

“You’ve only got one finger left and it’s pointed at the door. And you’re taking for granted what the Lord’s made on the floor.”

‘Cause it’s getting late
Your senses are gone so don’t you hesitate
To give yourself a call,
Let your bottom dollars fall
Throwing your two-bit cares down the drain

Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay
Odelay, odelay
Just passing through
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay

Going back to Houston
Do the hotdog dance
Going back to Houston
To get me some pants….


I'm routinely overestimated.

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