Nice apartment, silly friends - I can hardly sympathize The way they look and the way they talk - I can stand it for a while Holy Spitting doesn't help, it won't help me anymore
Heal me now with the breath from your holy chest and Heal me now with your hands on my face and kiss (ooooohh)
I see a feather in your hair - it's from a pillow of your friend There's a debt you have to pay, and the debt you'll never pay Holy Spitting doesn't help, it won't help me anymore