I'm getting old, don't wear underwear, and I don't go to church.
Where's the church, who took the steeple, Religion's in the hands of some crazy ass people, Television preachers with bad hair and dimples, The God's honest truth is, it's not that simple
Live a lie, and you will live to regret it; that's what livin' is to me.
You better lava me now or lava me not.
I'm living on things that excite me, be they pastry, or lobster, or love...
The cheating was sweet, but my heart is beat. Don't tear it apart, please by-pass this heart.