Testo The Drunk

Thoughts of just entwine my brain
Life can be, so tired and lame
One man says to another
"How ya doing mate"
"I'm doing fine, everything's OK,
So how's life treating you me old mate?"
"I heard about your wife, I hope she comes back one day"
The devil's holding on to his collar
The devil's holding on to his collar
The devil's holding on to his collar

Well if he did exist,
Why don't he come down
And catch him where he drowns?

He sits back and sips his beer
And thinks about how death is near
He doesn't even raise his head, but he thinks about God

The devil's holding on to his collar
The devil's holding on to his collar
The devil's holding on to his collar
Well if he did exist,
Why don't he come down
And catch him where he drowns?

At quater past twelve he stumbles home all alone
He kicks a couple of cans or two
He don't believe in God


Do you?