[Verse 1]
I live on the edge of a cliff in a hotel room with weekly rates
Yellow walls that know my secrets
Mirrors that dwell on my mistakes
Visitors come to feel me up
Drink my coffee, spend their luck
Bite my nails, chew the rinds
Knees are open close the blinds
[Chorus]
Nobody feels anything real just Sex, Money, God, and Ugly
Get through the day
A vodka parade
Pray your way out
[Verse 2]
The clouds get eaten moon gets full
Brain deals cards behind the skull
Somewhere someone's underfed
'Cause of something someone said
We cradle babies born to slaughter
While sipping federal toilet water
Love has taxes fees and fines
Knees are open close the blinds
[Chorus]
Nobody feels anything real just Sex, Money, God, and Ugly
Get through the day
A vodka parade
Pray your way out
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Chorus]
Nobody feels anything real just Sex, Money, God, and Ugly
Get through the day
A vodka parade
Pray your way out
Emily Rose released Sex, Money, God, Ugly on Fri Nov 13 2009.