Second track off of 'Spilt Milk'.  Have at it!

lyrics:

Nothing like a good ol' beating

to make a proper fool out of me

I've taken a torch to everything i own

and shamed my family.

I keep a will in my back pocket.

Another one is tucked in my boot.

And if you're lucky enough to see me coming,

don't hesitate before you shoot.

But I'm gonna go to church on sunday.

Make a proper fool out of me.

Lord, let me make it to sunday.

To wash all of my sins clean.

I'm gonna disappear in the evening.

Take flight before the sun bleeds.

And don't ask the sky for no reason,

or shake me down by my trail of rosary beads.

There's nothing you can pray I aint prayed for

nothing you can say I aint heard

no morning I don't wake up shaking

God damn I hate that mocking bird.

But I'm gonna go to church on Sunday

-make a proper fool out of me.

Lord, let me make it to Sunday

to wash all of my sins clean.