Walkin’ with Michael Douglas

Send a priest to save my soul. Forget it
Send a doctor, take my pulse. Forget it

Feelin' it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption

Now I'm waking to pains and shaking
My guts are rotting out, I'm slurring my speeches
For fun and forget you now
Baptismal pool of my sleeping mouth

I apologize for these transgressions
Wish I could say that I learned my lesson
But the bottle, she's calling
To this sickness that lives with me

All these hungry, angry mouths, forgiven
Silenced, belly-up for a round, forgiven

Feeling it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption

Regarding my wishes, washed me clean
Ring me out over and over again
Just promise to save my place in your disgrace

A riot can start with fuck all abounds
A measure of apathy so proud
A promising son or a drunken sound
Is the distance between you and I so far?

So long to vitriol, the fuck you's the chain and ball
Forget it. Forget it
Forget it. Forget it

Feeling it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption
Feeling it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption

A riot can start with fuck all abounds
A measure of apathy so proud
A promising son or a drunken sound
Is the distance between you and I so far?