Okay - Holy Ghost!

Surely you’re joking

Calling me this late

And sure, I have misspoken

Especially as of late

Oh but the ten missed calls

Don’t have the ring of last fall

No, no, no, not at all

And surely you’re joking

And the punchline isn’t far

Oh you’re not gonna take it

No, I’m not gonna take it

No, we’re not gonna take it on the road

Oh, I’m not falling over

But I’m not calling sober

And I’m not gonna take this when I’m home

It’s okay

It’s okay

Surely the credits will note the junior script

And sure it’s immature and lacks a certain wit

But pulp has appeal, it doesn’t need to feel real

No, no, no that’s his deal

And surely you’re joking

And the punchline isn’t far

Oh, you’re not gonna take it

No, I’m not gonna take it

No, we’re not gonna take it on the road

Oh, I’m not falling over

But I’m not calling sober

And I’m not gonna take this when I’m home

It’s okay

It’s okay

Even though I know the blood is fake

The third act starts and it gets hard to take

It isn’t over, it isn’t, is it?

From here on in, my «it's» sudden isn’t it

And even though I know the blood is fake

The third act starts and love turns into hate

It isn’t over, oh is it?

From here on in