Hid his car in the back
Paid a kid to watch his glass don't crack
See him greeted by his made-up name
In the stairwell of his favorite parkade

He prays for
My blind eye

He was lost, he was found
With a boy in a pillbox hat
On the wrong side of town
For a man who wears a suit like that

He prays for
My blind eye
Well, I pray for
His new bride

Transatlantic transactions
Under covers covering up an attraction
Blood on a pillow with a pregnant wife and kids

He prays that
Nobody knows, nobody cares
He prays that
Nobody sees, nobody stares
Don't let the kids find you out
Don't let the kids find you out

Father figure of the new millennium
"Life's too short for me to just live one
Money's money kid - it's a fact
Who are they, who are they to say when I put it back?"

Oh, he prays for my blind eye
I pray for his new bride
He prays for my blind eye
I pray for his new wife

Hid his car in the back
Paid the kids to watch his glass don't crack
See him greeted by his made-up name
In the stairwell of his favorite parkade

He prays for
My blind eye
Well we pray for
Nothing

He prays for
My blind eye
Don't let the kids find you out
Don't let the kids find you out
I said: Don't let the kids find you out
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