Clean up next day

From the tickertape parade that you threw for me

I thought I earned half heartedly

But we both know I don't deserve a thing



Spill out my chest

On to paper for a check

That we cashed too soon

And now the government is on my stoop

Awaiting documents and beating down my door



Everyone is sleeping and everyone is sad

And everything is perfect, perfect wasn't bad



Jesus Christ I need you

I need you now

Or anyone who feels like helping out

Jesus Christ I need you

I need you now

Or anyone who feels like helping out