I lose my mind every time you tell me no, it's not your kind to show your face, so baby, just go,
Well, it seems a shame, such a pretty young thing, but you've got such a pretty warped mind,
When Heaven comes down, and I'm not around, you'll be praying for a little more time.
Your smart remarks keep me hoping you'll walk away, and the way you carry your body, just got to say,
Well, I wish you could see it from another point of view, but there's only one way, and that's yours,
There's no kind of changing, no rearranging; you're a wicked, wicked woman of the world.
Alright everybody,
You know, me and the boys got something to say,
So, why don't you take a listen?
You know, everyday we like to take for granted that if we should die, that we would go to Heaven,
But see, what we don't realise is, that one day we're gonna have to account for all of our doin's,
And we just want you to understand while you're out having a good time, while you're partying, you're living it up, that it don't matter where you are and where you are, or what you do...
