Paying My Bill by Erik Segel Lyrics

Onto the street with my hat on
Oh November is here
Oh the wheels of faith are broken
Still the heart and liver steer
Walk into a bar for the rich ones
Where you sweat to quench your thirst
Holy water down the throat
And the goddess will descend a little more

No, her beauty doesn't find words
But I try on and on
She walks by a monastery
That's why the monks are no longer monks
Wounds of shiver, soaked my pleasure
In the gin on her tray
That I'm sober I'll pretend
Though I'm drunk on looks
That claim that there's no end

And I'll be paying my bill
As you're standing still
We're dressed to kill
Dawns on top of the hill
After all I'm not that ill
Three a.m. ma'am I am
I'm ready to praise your eyes
When these drinkers ache for leaving
I'll pawn myself past closing time
But if you stay I'll love the prison
I'll be friends with the guard
Though I'm buried in the yard
Just one spark will make
The night no longer dark

And I'll be paying my bill
As you're standing still
We're dressed to kill
Dawns on top of the hill