Welts and bruises from beatings on my psyche
They don’t help other people to start to like me
But drinking helps me to like myself
I kissed a girl on the lips just the other day
And then, the next morning, she got up and went away
But drinking helped me find her
When pain and death surround me and it all begins to fall apart
When my lungs grow tired and the blood slows, there in my heart
Drinking will help me feel better
Standing on the Witness Stand, a Bible under my hand
And the Lord says his final words, and I’ll ask Him “What’s your brand?”
And drinking will help us get along