The Palm Reader's Face Looks Shocked

So Saint Peter don’t you worry man we’re already saved

Take the day off it’s on me

And lady Bacchus please be brave

don’t spill your wine upon my grave

We could stay in bed all day pull up the covers up and sing

Please don’t wake the world up it’ll just tell us we’re wrong

Let’s let it sleep and keep doing whatever the fuck we want

And the palm reader's face looks shocked

She could have never predicted us

So let my waves crash upon your rocks

until the edges become soft

So Saint Andrew keep me sane

don’t pour your scotch upon my grave

We can stagger through the rain raise our voices up and sing

And the ringmaster is smiling the whole tent breaks into a roar

We are freaks but we are strong we have found where we belong

So my darling please be brave walk hand in hand into the grave

We’ll go dancing in the rain raise our voices up again