Pray for the masses The crowds have gone They're been sitting in their wooden chairs Far too long You can take as many As you'd like But you'll still feel it in the morning Don't you know that you Are so perfect in his eyes Bittersweet tendencies Will wash out with water You can take as many As you'd like But you'll still feel it in the morning And I'll still be hung-over With my head in the clouds You can take as many As you'd like With your head in the clouds