God Loves A Drunk — текст песни (thompson richard)

Will there be any bartenders up there in Heaven?
Will the pubs never close, will the glass never drain
No more D.T.`s and no shakes
And no horrors
Very next morning you feel right as rain
O God loves a drunk, the lowest of men
With 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 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
A dull little life of dull little things
and bring up the babies to be just like Daddy
And maybe you`ll be there when He gives out wings
But God loves a drunk, although he`s a fool
He wets in his pants and he falls off his stool
He can`t hear the insults and whispers go by him
As he leans in the doorway and sings Sally Racket
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 clerking 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
But God loves a drunk, although he`s a clown
You can`t help but laugh as he gags and falls down
He don`T give a cuss 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 few pennies, friend
God loves a drunk, for ever and ever, amen
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