Drinking in a back street bar
\nOn the wrong side of town
\nSwaying on a bar stool
\nGulping his drink down
\nShouting obscenities and singing
\nAnd guffawing loud
\nHe was despised and ignored
\nBy the soberer crowd.<\/p>\n
He grabbed a girl of eighteen
\nAnd showered her with kisses
\nTold her he was married
\nBut that the loving he misses
\nFor they are now in separate rooms
\nAnd the clever girl let him think
\nHe was in with a chance of some romance
\nSo he kept buying her drink<\/p>\n
And in time she got away
\nAnd went to another bar down the street
\nNow drunk on Gods free beer
\nHer boyfriend and pals to meet
\nAnd God sat despondent
\nAs another drunk started into a song
\nAs God looked after the girl
\nAnd wondered what he done wrong.<\/p>\n
And in time that girl became a woman
\nAnd in time became old
\nAnd in time passed to the other side
\nAnd of her sins was told
\nAnd God asked her did she remember
\nMeeting him in a bar when drunk on beer
\nAnd how she led him on
\nBy being willing, looked to appear.<\/p>\n
And she said: God: you do not drink…
\nNot an alcoholic are you at all
\nThat was just a loser
\nA water him she did call
\nAnd God her at one admonished
\nAnd delivered the judgement said he:
\nWhat you do to the least of mine…
\nThat you do onto me!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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