Текст песни Skin of My Teeth

Another Sunday morning, hungover and blue

Smellin' like cigarettes and beer

My mouth is dry, got bloodshot eyes

And my head splittin' in two

Church bells ringin' in my ear

The high steeple, crowds are fillin' up, those sanctuary pews

But I'm just gonna hang around my crib

Cause I don't like dressin' up

I don't own a pair of Sunday shoes

And I refuse to be another hypocrite

Oh when I'm out drinkin', I wear a cross

I'm not really a righteous man, oh but I'm not lost

And when I meet my maker, I know he's gonna smile at me

And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth

My grandma told me "Boy, you better straighten up

Cause you're swervin down a bumpy road."

She said "Put that damned old bottle down and pick your Bible up

Get back in church, put on a choir robe"

Oh but I can't see myself fallin' in line behind the preacher

Hell, he's probably more messed up than me

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Who's he to judge? Who's he to condemn me?

When I'm out drinkin', I wear a cross

I'm not really a righteous man, oh but I'm not lost

And when I meet my maker, I know he's gonna smile at me

And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth

Half a loser, I'm half a winner

I'm half a saint, and I'm half a sinner

I feed my soul on Sunday dinner

I'm every man of god

When times get hard, I hit my knees

And I praise the lord when he blesses me

I do my best to keep him pleased

I'm every man of god

I'm every man of god

When I'm out drinkin', I wear a cross

I'm far from a righteous man, oh aren't we all

And when I meet my maker I know he's gonna smile at me

And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth

When Il make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth

By the skin of my teeth