F / Fozzy / Drinkin with Jesus
Drown in the holy water at the bottom of the trenches And stare into empty bottles as they wipe away my senses
Taking me lower I'm isolated from the martyrs and saints Getting me closer You're the only that's left that can heal my pain
No one but us, my friend, my lust All alone and I'm drinking with Jesus I made this bed, I lie in it All alone and I'm drinking with Jesus
Whoa, I build a wall around Fucked up, I'm drinking with Jesus Whoa, I'm never coming down Fucked up, I'm drinking with Jesus
I'm in the hands of Heaven when I'm pouring out a whiskey And I've got a cross to carry, even if it's gonna kill me
Nothing but silence As I eat away the burden of mind Chasing that lightning Searching for salvation in a bottle of wine
No one but us, my friend, my lust All alone and I'm drinking with Jesus I made this bed, I lie in it All alone and I'm drinking with Jesus
Whoa, I build a wall around Fucked up, I'm drinking with Jesus Whoa, I'm never coming down Fucked up, I'm drinking with Jesus
Drinking with Jesus now Now, now
No one but us, my friend, my lust All alone and I'm drinking with Jesus I made this bed, I lie in it All alone and I'm drinking with Jesus
No one but us, my friend, my lust All alone and I'm drinking with Jesus I made this bed, I lie in it All alone and I'm drinking with Jesus
Whoa, I build a wall around Fucked up, I'm drinking with Jesus Whoa, I'm never coming down Fucked up, I'm drinking with Jesus
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