That’s no music for LIFE

I don’t even drink anymore

I rode the alcohol to get off the pain

and for me it was a Tilt-A-Whirl
with a permanent ticket, so I got off,

but since I do care about others 
why is the liquor store CLOSED 

at nine at night around here and all day Sunday?

Don’t say that, because everyone knows God likes a drink.  

God drinks it all in
all our restrictions, in His name 
swishes it around in the God mouth, spits it out and says—
don't look at me 
and who's to say I'm a He? 

God drinks, drank, gets d r u n k 

every time they put their cold clammy ecclesiastical 

inquisitional hands 

on that pipe

organ.