paroles de chanson Makeshift Doxology - Heath McNease
I
know
I've
had
a
few,
but
doesn't
mean
that
I'm
too
bust
Couldn't
drive
right
now
but
it
doesn't
mean
I
had
too
much
K,
maybe
just
a
bit
more
than
the
road
allows
for
Believe
me
I
could
pound
more
Ten
rounds
gone
since
round
four
They
tell
me
I'm
a
lightweight,
Tell
me
how
the
look
on
my
face
is
priceless
Blood
red,
toe
to
head,
never
could
I
have
enough
vices
I
should
call
a
taxi,
but
I
got
no
cash
left
But
even
if
I
had
cash,
I
still
can't
think
of
my
address
That's
why
I'm
talking
to
You,
God
Everybody
tears
off,
Please
stay
with
me
in
the
backseat
till
the
buzz
wears
off
I'm
sorry
we
don't
talk
much,
I
hate
that
we
lost
touch
What
You
must
think
of
me,
how
I
only
call
You
when
I'm
drunk
And
You
deserve
better
from
me
There's
a
third
world
country
begging
for
some
rain
While
I
dry-heave
in
the
back
alley
junk
heap
I'm
gonna
stop
now
after
another
shot
How
could
it
hurt?
Couldn't
hurt
any
worse
knowing
how
I
let
myself
down
It's
4:
30
AM,
coat's
covered
in
vomit
Eyes
roll
back
quick,
mom,
I
know
this
isn't
what
you
wanted
Son's
so
blitzhed
and
he
can't
even
find
his
apartment
Stumble
on
the
sidewalk
in
the
darkness
Onlookers
are
heartless
Mama,
please
just
tell
me
that
you
ain't
angry
I
remember
Sunday
school
when
you
told
me
that
He'd
save
me
If
I
just
asked
Him,
God,
please
tell
me
how
to
ask
right
I'll
do
it
right
now
in
front
of
all
these
triple
X
blacklights
I'll
even
hit
my
knees
like
I
seen
thepeople
do
on
TV
I've
seen
'em
raise
their
hands
up
high,
I'll
try
anything
Baptize
me
in
the
rain
with
the
second
hand
smoke
and
the
methane
While
the
man
on
the
corner
with
the
Bible
in
his
hand
goes
insane
With
the
bass
from
the
strip
club
as
the
makeshift
doxology
God,
I'm
so
exhausted,
but
I
wanna
offer
You
all
of
me
The
little
bit
that's
left,
The
little
kid
that
left
Home
with
the
Gospel
and
the
scent
of
cheap
liquor
on
his
breath
The
little
bit
that's
left,
The
little
kid
that
left
Home
with
the
Gospel
and
the
scent
of
cheap
liquor
on
his
breath
Mama
sang
so
sweet
I
surrender
all
Daddy
hugged
me
tight
I
surrender
all
I
was
five
years
old
I
surrender
all
Papa
cried
for
me
I
surrender
all
Brothers
prayed
for
me
I
surrender
all
That
song
saved
me
I
surrender
all
All
y'all
saved
me
I
surrender
all
All
y'all
saved
me
I
surrender
all
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