It's the calming before the storm   Alcohol sits nicely in your stomach warm   When you wake up hungover   You wish you were sober.      I've danced with the devil   And dreamed with the demons   Fell asleep with debt   Then fell short of breath   When you wake up hungover   You wish you were sober      Just be pretty but naive   Anything you hear is what you believe   Let the rum get stuck in your head   Wish you had undressed me in your bed      It's the low before the high   It's been so long you thought you would die   When you wake up hungover   You wish you were sober      And I'll be counting the days that the sun goes past   With the clouds beneath my feet      Just be pretty but naive   Anything you hear is what you believe   Let the rum get stuck in your head   Wish you had undressed me in your bed      'Cuz we've been falling apart   Built to crumble from the start   I'm a cold metal machine   And I'll do things you've never seen      Just be pretty but naive   Anything you hear is what you believe   Let the rum get stuck in your head   Wish you had undressed me in your bed      Just be pretty but naive   Anything you hear is what you believe   Let the rum get stuck in your head   Wish you had undressed me in your bed      And what they don't tell you in church is   Saints are sinners too.