Bridge (same as intro):



Verse 2:
I’m seeing double at the Triple Rock, we’re still here watching Paddy talk
Then undress, then get out the duct tape
The one question still remains, how much more art can we take?
I’ll let you know when the medication wears off

I’m a religious drunk and this is where I pray
The church of alcoholics can’t break up the congregation
Give us air to breathe, through carbonation
We are at liquor church, genuflecting on barstools
We’re praying that the taps will keep the holy water flowing
Key kicks of communion, then a long night of confessions
Coming home after noon seems to raise a lot of questions
When in Minnesota and you got a drinking quota

Bridge (same as intro):

(Verse 1)

I’m swimming in a sea of pee
I’m hiking up a big mountain of poo
I feel like rolling in glass when I’m without you

(Verse 2)

I’m diving in a pool of puke
I’m fly fishing a stream of puss
That’s how I feel when something separates us

(Outro)

I’m living in Bakersfield
I’m at a month long hip-hop festival