WhoCares - Holy Water

Changing weather Changing weather It gets no better. Room for improvment Room for rent Needs money spent I've got no sense of purpose I sit alone, I sit alone Got no sense of belonging Getting old, getting old (CHORUS) There's no one here to help me drown my sorrows With just a splash, of holy water And I can't see a thing beyond tomorrow Praise the lord for holy water Born to be guilty Born to be bad Can't miss what can't be had Time for reflection Time to think Time to have another drink I've got no sense of purpose I took the blame, but I felt no shame Got no sense of belonging It's getting late, getting late (CHORUS)