Musicians and Beer

God doesn't love you
God doesn't care
You lie on the slab with blood in your hair
And the voices of angels are flat and austere

Well, that's what you get if you don't book
Musicians and beer

You stand on the vanquished
Your feet on their chests
Posing like starlets
In bulletproof vests

Your wife doesn't love you
She's sick of the fear
Sick of living without
Musicians and beer

So lock up your daughters
Shit, you already did
At least Muddy Waters can't fuck with your kids
I'm an avid blasphemer with a passion for queer
'Cause I can't live without musicians and beer

My granddaddy's Bible, so brooding and black
Lies like a tombstone on my own daddy's back
And we lowered him down without a tear
So he died like a pauper

Without musicians and beer

So this is an order
Get yourself some
Musicians and beer



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Currie
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