Matthew E. White Lyrics
"Holy Moly"

Holy moly, what's wrong with ya? What's wrong with ya?
Well don't ya ever give me false hope
Don't ya ever give your man false hope
Let's move on then, it brings me down
Maybe I can face it another way
Well you drank ruin and I drank wine, it's ok, it's ok
I'll be here in the end, mm mm mm
Or do we all die unheeled?
Holy moly, what's wrong with ya? I've been laid so low
Maybe these two fingers can pray for ya
Well don't ya ever give me false hope
Don't ya ever give your man false hope, false hope
Home towns, there are simple things
And home isn't always where we think it is
The people we trust to stand up for us
The people we trust to hold onto us
The people we trust to deliver us
Holy moly, what's wrong with ya? I've been laid so low
Maybe these two fuckers could pray for you
Well don't ya ever give me false hope
Don't ya ever give your man false hope, false hope
Holy moly, what's wrong with ya?
What's wrong with ya? What's wrong with ya?
I've got the craters of volcanoes to hide my shame
I remember so much so well
The night we've forgotten we all regret
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Love is home. Fuck them all. Home is love.
Holy moly, what's wrong with ya? I've been laid so low.
Maybe these two fuckers could pray for you
Well/why don't ya ever give me false hope
Don't ya ever give your man false hope, false hope
Holy moly, what's wrong with ya? What's wrong with ya?
(Home/I will not be here anymore)
What's wrong with ya? (repeat)