Sycamore Smith - The Billions

Dearly beloved
We are gathered here to weep, or sleep
Or wonder what that girl did
To deserve this little creep
The ex-fiance swears he will not make a scene
Still, he'd like to tie the bride & groom
To the bumper of their limousine

There's a lot of hooks in the sea
There's a billion
From the bent & dirty dull ones
To the sharp & twisted bright ones
There's a lot of them
There's a billion
Any time you bite one
It's never quite the right one

The preacher pours it on
Everyone adores it
Love & marriage goes with preaching
Like a horse & carriage goes with horse shit
Some old hymn is mangled
By these tone-deaf holy rollers
While the ex-fiance tries to hold his peace
Between his grinding molars

There's a billion hooks in the sea
From the bent & dirty dull ones
To the sharp & twisted bright ones
There's a lot of them
There's a billion
Any time you bite one
It's never quite the right one

The groom looks at his bride
And sees a brat in a satin gown
Still, he knows that he can always
Pack some clothes & just skip town
The bride looks at her groom
And still, she can't decide
If she's gonna have to see
That ex-fiance on the side