Bottle Of Jesus — текст песни (Beth Hart)

I got my wine and cigarettes
These twenty cents is all I got left
Don`t bother me, I`m trying to swim
I guess I`ll lay around all day
Sit back and smile just fade away.
A drunk yard dog is what I am

Break out the bottle of Jesus
Plug in the black light rosary
Somebody`s waiting to save me

I know my neighbors wish I`d die
I`m much too loud when I get high
I think I`ll send around some pie
I`ll spike that dish with a touch of herb
It`ll numb their lips
And soothe their nerves
I`ll build my kingdom on the curb

Break out the bottle of Jesus
Plug in the black light rosary
Somebody`s waiting to save me

Be it rain or shine
I`ll get high like summertime.
It`s an All-Americana party time
Tell that landlord man
I`ll kick that bastard like a can
It`s an All-Americana party time
I don`t listen to rules or Gospel
They`re just trying to shut me up.
Call me the master of "ole misfortune
A weasel a weaselin` away.
Dear Lord. Hold the sight.
Oh Lord. Gonna set me free