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
Copyright © Tom Mcmurray | Year Posted 2011
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