cry hell about the sin of a preacher man cry hell about the things that you can t change found trouble when the truth had to run and hide tell mamma if you can t tell a lie holding out for something more paradise from the cheap seats don t get me wrong you can hardly even notice holding out for something more beat me to the punch it s coming up roses roses well i wish you well wish you well upon you re ride tonight i m done thinking for myself but i know i can t cry hell and feel the back of a worried hand can t pay all the debt that i still owe my fingers working right down to the bone holding out for something more paradise from the cheap seats don t get me wrong you can hardly even notice holding out for something more beat me to the punch it s coming up roses roses well i wish you well wish you well upon you re ride tonight it won t be long before i m i m back inside your arms it won t be long before i m i m back inside your arms sorrow i killed you once before beat me to the punch darlin your coming up roses roses well i wish you well wish you well upon you re ride tonight