Well,

all

the

a-

pos-

tles,

they're

sit-

tin'

in

swings

and

I'd

sell

off

my

sav-

iour

for

a

set

of

new

rings

and

Some

san-

dals,

with

a

sty-

le

of

straps

to

cling

best

to

the

e-

ra.

So,

all

of

the

bui-

sines-

ners

in

un-

lim-

i-

ted

hell,

Where

they

buy

and

they

sell

and

They

sell

all

their

trash

to

each

o-

ther.

But

they're

sick

of

it,

oh

and

they're

bank-

rupt

on

sel-

lin'.

And,

all

of

the

an-

gels

they'd

sell

off

your

soul

For

a

set

of

new

wings,

and

a-

ny-

thing

gold.

They

re-

mem-

ber,

the

peo-

ple,

they

loved,

Their

old

friends.

And

I'll

see

through

'em,

I'll

see

through

'em,

I'll

see

through

most

e-

very-

thing.

All

the

peo-

ple,

you

knew

were

the

ac-

tors.

All

the

peo-

ple

you

kn-

ew

were

the

ac-

tors.

Well,

I'll

go

to

col-

lege

and

I'll

learn

some

big

words

And

I'll

talk

re-

al

loud,

god

damn

right,

I'll

be

heard.

You'll

re-

mem-

ber,

that

guy,

who

said

all

those

big

Words

he

mus-

ta'

learned

in

col-

lege.

And

it

took

a

long

time

'till

I

came

clean

with

my-

self;

I

fell

clean

out

of

love

with

my

lo-

ver.

I

still

love

her,

loved

her

more

when

she

used

To

be

so-

ber

and

I

was

kin-

der.