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I know I've had a few, but doesn't mean that I'm too bustCouldn't drive right now but it doesn't mean I had too muchK, maybe just a bit more than the road allows forBelieve me I could pound moreTen rounds gone since round fourThey tell me I'm a lightweight, Tell me how the look on my face is pricelessBlood red, toe to head, never could I have enough vicesI should call a taxi, but I got no cash leftBut even if I had cash, I still can't think of my addressThat's why I'm talking to you, GodEverybody tears off,Please stay with me in the backseat till the buzz wears offI'm sorry we don't talk much, I hate that we lost touchWhat you must think of me, how I only call when I'm drunkAnd you deserve better from meThere's a third world country begging for some rainWhile I dry-heave in the back alley junk heapI'm gonna stop now after another showHow could it hurt? Couldn't hurt any worse knowing how I let myself down-DJ scratching Biblical passages-It's 4:30 AM, coats covered in vomitEyes roll back quick, mom, I know this isn't waht you wantedSongtexteSon's so blitzhed and he can't even find his apartmentStumble on the sidewalk in the darknessOnlookers are heartleassMama, please just tell me that you ain't angryI remember Sunday school when you told me that He'd save meIf I just asked Him, God, please tell me how to ask rightI'll do it right now in front of all these triple X blacklightsI'll even hit my knees like I seen people do on TVI've seen 'em raise their hands up high, I'll try anythingBaptize me in the rain with the second hand smoke and the methaneWhile the man on the corner with the Bible in his hand goes insaneWith the bass from the strip club as the makeshift doxologyGod, I'm so exhausted, but I wanna offer You all of meThe little bit that's left, The little kid that leftHome with the gospel and the scent of cheap liquor on his breathThe little bit that's left,The little kid that leftHome with the gospel and the scent of cheap liquor on his breath Aus Songtexte Mania