Too Drunk to Work

Momma and Poppa used to sing a lot of praise

When there was a boy who could read the hymns from the crib

When the man turned from the boy and came of his age

Slipped once or twice and was told to do it again

Work for your living and live for your work

I know what you'd like to do, failure is an only option

Thank you, I'm sure one day I can return the jerk

I tried for you, died for you, lied for you …