Corey Smith - Skin of My Teeth lyrics

rate me

Another Sunday mornin' hungover and blue

Smellin' like ciggerettes and beer

My mouth is dry I got blood eyes my head's split in two

I got church bells ringin' in ears

The high steeple crowd's up fillin' up those sactuary pews

but i'm just gonna hang around my crib

cause i dont like dressin up i dont own a pair of sunday shoes

and i refuse to be another hipocyrt

Oh when i'm out drinkin i wear the 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

and i'll make it to heaven by skin of my teeth

My grandma told me boy you had better straighten up

cause you're swervin down a bumby road

she said put that damned ol bottle and pick your bible

get back church put on a choir robe

but i cant see my fallin' in line behind the preacher

no he's probably more messed up than me

always talkin' bout damnation, cursin' every unbeleiver

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

Oh when i'm out drinkin i wear the 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

and i'll make it to heaven by skin of my teeth

I'm half a loser i'm half a winner

i'm half saint i'm half a sinner

feed my soul on sunday dinner

i'm every man of god

when times get hard i hit my knees

and i praise when he blesses me

do my best to keep him pleased

i'm every man of god, i'm every man of god

Oh when i'm out drinkin i wear the cross

i'm not really a righteous man oh but aren't we all

and when i meet my maker i know he's gonna smile

and i'll make it to heaven by skin of my teeth

Oh i'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth

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Thanks to magicman