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But Drunk I'M Not
You ask me if I do believe in God So I ask God if He believes in me; I heard no word from God, not half a nod, Which leaves a doubt about a deity. at least for me don't ya' see Until His confirmation I exist I'll give no confirmation God is there And don't you even think you can insist That God is here and there and everywhere. if God is there He doesn't care I don't believe the moon is made of cheese Nor do I think that Bigfoot roams around, I cannot choose between mythologies Where magic fantasies of gods abound. the truth is bound beneath the ground Free thinking is my Irish history, From Paul Revere to me right here, bizzare. We hold on to our friggin' sanity By drowning out the outside in a bar. a beer and shot but drunk I'm not - yet The Irish are the minstrels of the road And all my kin were gangster troubadores All singing out about their heavy load Till bars to drink became the bars on doors. you think you could be Robin hood? We did extensive geneaology But called it quits before the end, We found a pound of wild pathology But buried it before it could offend. another shot but drunk I'm not I'm drunk a lot it's all I got
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