There are both sinners and saints
I know which I am
And most definitely what I aint!
I smoke, I drink
I hold it all down, and wander around town
Missing only the suit of a clown
For your pleasure, disgrace, and amusement
If you’re calling after the 20th taste
I’m already in the booze-ment!
I moved out of the Bag
Utilities weren’t included
I felt a bit undressed
All other pirates were suited
The booze-ment is where I go when it’s blackout
I have a few friends there but I don’t recall their names
Between you and me, I think they have a loyalty problem
They only check in on occasion
While I of course, a maintained vacation
Standing before, and saluting you wasted nation!
I pledge my allegiance to the flag…
That burns because I was wearing it when I fell into the fire!
But don’t you worry
It burns bright on this hotbox cloud filled night
It burns for all of those who cannot
All of those who will not
So raise your hand to your mouth
Might as well light this J before the fire is out!
A drowned soul yearning
To fly or maybe just get high
Before it is time to come down to Earth
Where he was always been just a bit cursed
But where he once lived, and even loved
He felt blessed from above
Her name was drugs and alcohol
She was a sweet talking persistent son of a bitch
That always seemed to somehow dismiss
My wicked ways
And last but not least
A lack of acquaintance, with a thing call grace.