Prayers کے بول

I squandered another day but that's okay She wasn't here, I lost my dear I slept through sixteen alarms, no fouls no harms No substitute can follow suit I'm staring off to outer space, any staircase Is just a waste, there's no haste I cut myself with too much slack, enough to hang At least my hat and head in shame I got a nasty case of the vapours According to soothsayers Praying helps the prayers I got a nasty case of the vapours But praying helps the prayers The iron's on, it's scalding hot, to sear the rot To cauterize, avert your eyes It must be nice to have a cause, look past the flaws And seek applause, I couldn't care I got a nasty case of the vapours According to soothsayers Praying helps the prayers I got a nasty case of the vapours But praying helps the prayers