Firewater

Living on bread and wine was easy

for John and James and Mother Mary

and I’m no saint and that’s my ball and chain

Cause when I’m passed that silver chalice

I always drink my fill until it

knocks me down and tangles up my brain

Yeah buddy, it’s a short life, it’s a hell of a life

it’s a mean old world, when you’re kicked to the gutter

and the firewater is the one thing to put out the flame

Walking through the graveyards and sleeping in alleys

telling myself the same old stories

Drinking that blood and calling it holy wine

Looking in windows and seeing a stranger

going through hell like a fallen angel

Feeling my bones getting old long before their time

Yeah buddy, it’s a short life, it’s a hell of a life

it’s a mean old world, when you’re kicked to the gutter

and the firewater gotcha talking in circles again

It’s an empty bottle passing around

when your hopes and dreams have all burned down

And the firewater is the one thing to put out the flame

Take me home, take me home

Gather me up in your arms Lord have mercy divine

So take me home, take me home

Take me home, take me home

Cause it’s a short life, it’s a hell of a life,

it’s a mean old world when you're kicked to the gutter

and the firewater is the one thing to put out the flame

Yeah, the firewater is the one thing to put out the flame