God Loves A Drunk

Will there be any bartenders up there in heaven?

Will the pubs never close? Will the glass never drain?

No more DTs and no shakes and no horrors

The very next morning, you feel right as rain

'Cause God loves a drunk, lowest of men

Like the dogs in the street and the pigs in the pen

But a drunk's only trying to get free of his body

And soar like an eagle high up there in heaven

His shouts and his curses they are just hymns and praises

To kick-start his mind now and then

O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen

Does God really care for your life in the suburbs?

Your dull little life full of dull little things

And bring up the babies to be just like daddy

And maybe I'll be there when he gives out the wings

But God loves a drunk, although he's a fool

Oh he wets in his pants and he falls off his stool

And he can't hear the insults, and whispers go by him

As he leans in the doorway and he sings sally racket

He can't feel the cold rain beat down on his body

And soak through his clothes to the skin

O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen

Will there be any pen-pushers up there in heaven?

Does crawling and wage-slaving win you God's love?

I pity you worms with your semis and pensions

If you think that'll get you to the kingdom above

Oh God loves a drunk, although he's a clown

Oh you can't help but laugh as he gags and falls down

But he don't give a curse for what people think of him

He screams at his demons alone in the darkness

He's staying alive for just one more pint bottle

Won't you throw him a few pennies, friend?

Ah God loves a drunk, for ever and ever, amen