We're running out of candles; we're all out of cake
But don't you dare call the party off or we'll forget your name
Promise that we'll live forever
Promise that you'll cover the rent
The People have spoken, but they're not making sense
The whole world is thirsty; let's sing 'em a song
While we bathe with the beauties and water our lawns
We're gonna tell you the answer
But we're not gonna tell you when
The People have spoken, but they're not making sense
Oh but God only knows it's such a slippery slope
It's a slippery slope
God only knows the answer
But the Devil's gonna get you yet
The People have spoken, but they're not making sense