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• Artiste: Norma Waterson
• Titre: God Loves a Drunk
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Will there be any bartenders up there in heaven? Will the pubs never close? Will the glass never drain? No more DTs and no shakes and no horrors The very next morning, you feel right as rain 'Cause God loves a drunk, lowest of men Like 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 they 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? Your dull little life full of dull little things And bring up the babies to be just like daddy And maybe I'll be there when he gives out the wings But God loves a drunk, although he's a fool Oh he wets in his pants and he falls off his stool And he can't hear the insults, and whispers go by him As he leans in the doorway and he sings sally racket He 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 crawling 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 Oh God loves a drunk, although he's a clown Oh you can't help but laugh as he gags and falls down But he don't give a curse 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 a few pennies, friend? Ah God loves a drunk, for ever and ever, amen