I woke up with a pounding head
With a bottle laying in the bed
There was a little, a little bit left
So I picked it up and I killed the rest.
Oh I know I’m going to heaven
But I can’t go with me like this
I need to pull myself together
No and I ain’t afraid of dying
But what scares me to death
Is meeting Jesus
With whiskey on my breath.
I lost her and all my friends
Broke all but one of my Lord’s 10
But Jesus died for all my sins
That’s how I know I’m getting in.
-Love and Theft-