When the scandal broke the handle and the cradles have been switched, Norma Jean, well, she came clean, so I guess that dog's been fixed
Her skirt's too tight for a Monday night
Her sewing machine I guess it works all right to tie a bow in the lace, the lace that graces Grace
I'm tired of songs about angels
I could use a punch in the face
If I wasn't saying nay I'd be saying grace
And it's hard to find your minders
And it's easy to lose faith but I never really minded saving Grace

Well, if home is where the heart lies and my heart is in your hands then every place you try to pray a dead canary lands
The love I lost was the love you lent
The cane you raised while I raised the rent
Asking for grace but grace didn't leave a trace
Oh, I'm tired of songs about angels
I could use a punch in the face
If I wasn't saying nay I'd be saying grace
And it's hard to find your minders
And it's easy to lose faith but I really never minded saving Grace

When the gypsy starts to jingle her bracelet full of charms I'll be dreaming in the bedroom with a Valkyrie in my arms
I'm tired of songs about angels
I could use a punch in the face
If I wasn't saying nay I'd be saying grace
And it's hard to find your minders
And it's easy to lose faith but I really never minded…
No I never really minded…
No I never really minded saving grace