Woe

We got some poison in us

Cyanide and nicotine

More than you've ever seen

More than I can believe

Woe, woe, woe, woe

Guns guns they all got guns

Now they want to shoot someone

I'd rather be drunk than dead

Or go where Jesus fled

So I'll get drunk again

Or maybe not

Woe, woe, woe, woe

I saw on a tombstone

He came in this world alone

Spent all his time alone

He left this life alone

Woe, woe, woe, woe