Holy Moly Holy moly, I fucked up again: start a war I’ll never win. All I had to do was keep my mouth shut, but like always, seems I fucked it up. Holy moly I fucked up the plan; let my blessings slip through my hand. How I get careless, I don’t understand. You can’t fuck this one up: yes I can. Holy moly, everybody went home; never knew I’d end up all alone. When it’s over, I should’ve known you reap the harvest of what you’ve sown.