The monkey's getting heavy, hanging on my back.
If the glory train to ride, makes it hard to hide track.
All the boys you know, have already seen show.
I've got front-row tickets waiting, I can't wait to see you go.

Mother Mary's son, I thought you were the one.
All the saints have been bought and sold,
In the name of love and gold.

Seven days are over, heaven's just a dream.
When I think about the men who died, it makes me want to scream.
With the devil on my shoulder, both feet on the ground.
We drink to being older in the 22nd round.

Mother Mary's son, I thought you were the one.
All the saints have been bought and sold,
In the name of love and gold.