Clean up next day 
From the tickertape parade that you threw for me 
I thought 
I earned half heartedly 
But we both know 
I don't deserve a thing 
Spill out my chest 
On to paper for a check 
That we cashed too soon 
And now the government is on my stoop 
Awaiting documents and beating down my door 
Everyone is sleeping and everyone is sad 
And everything is perfect, perfect wasn't bad 
Jesus Christ 
I need you 
I need you now 
Or anyone who feels like helping out 
Jesus Christ 
I need you 
I need you now 
Or anyone who feels like helping out