Holy Water Hangover Songtext
von Butch Walker

I live on Margarita Street
In Santa Monica
I work a corporate job that pays
The address makes me skint
But it ain′t Florida
Too young to live there anyways

And down in Boca, they deny that anything is real
It's the southern most cities it seems
Where the newlyweds all become nearly-deads
In a mega church bustin′ at the seams

So, give a Hollywood hallelujah
A Hail Mary from the soap box above
A little hope is better than nothing
When you're runnin' on hate like it′s love
A little hallelujah can′t do nothin' to ya
Life throws down likе a crisp white glove
A sip of hope will quеnch ya
Push comes to shove


Danny sits alone with a crucifix
And a bag of China white cocaine
With a holy water hangover creepin′ in
Every sin playing tag in his brain
Last night after the sermon
He hit it hard, left his blood on the bar
Ain't it funny when the mirror looks back at you
And it don′t know who you are (hey)

So, give a Hollywood hallelujah
A Hail Mary from the soap box above
A little hope is better than nothing
When you're runnin′ on hate like it's love
A little hallelujah can't do nothin′ to ya
Life throws down like a crisp white glove
A sip of hope will quench ya, yeah
Push comes to shove, yeah

So, give a Hollywood hallelujah
A Hail Mary from the soap box above
A little hope is better than nothing
When you′re runnin' on hate like it′s love
A little hallelujah can't do nothin′ to ya
Life throws down like a crisp white glove
A sip of hope will quench ya
Push comes to shove

Amen