Compositor: Charles Gambetta / Christopher Edwin Breaux / Kevin Ristro / Wayne Nugent
Taxi driver
Be my shrink for the hour
Keep the meter running
Take every street if you wanna
Just outrun these demons, could you
And he said: Praise the Lord
(Praise the Lord, praise the Lord)
Hallelujah, little girl
You need prayer
As if it won't hurt me
If it didn't bring me to my knees
All these bad religions
This unrequited love
It's nothing but a one-man cult
Cyanide in my styrofoam cup
I could never make him love
I could never make him love
Just a
Scrounging through the wall
Taxi driver
Swear I got fifteen lives
Balanced on my head like steak knives
I can't tell no one the truth about my life
I can't trust no one
And he said: Praise the Lord
(Praise the Lord, praise the Lord)
Hallelujah, little girl
You need prayer
The city keeps hurting me
Keeps bringing me to my knees
All these bad religions
This unrequited love
Nothing but a one-man cult
Cyanide in our styrofoam cups
I could never make them love
We could never make them love
We're all just stuck in the mud
Praying to the invisible above
(Love, love, love)
We scream
Love
We scream
Love, love, love, love
It's what we all made up
Love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Only the best for us
Love, love
Love, love
Love, love
Love