We're heading For an uncatholic wedding Throwing that snowy white guilty rice Over my guilty head I'm cleaning The old toyota's shining I neutralized simonized Each dirty spot With rags of your torn shirt My heart is franchised To the eternally capsized I'm always falling of Relatively small boats But if you learn to love me Then I'll learn to like you Simple things They always tangle up So thanks for the giving But I can't give you back A single thing Hit it There'll be an extra ball for you Between the uneven scores And the selfelected whores of fame You fight it My pulvarizer Some clean horizon All things change So why shouldn't we So if you learn to hate me Then I'll learn to love you Simple things They say they always tangle up So thanks for the giving But I can't give you back A single thing