God Loves a Drunk - Norma Waterson

God Loves a Drunk - Norma Waterson
Will there be any bartenders up there in Heaven
Will the pubs never close will the glass never drain
No more D T 's and no shakes and no horrors
And very next morning you feel right as rain
But God loves a drunk the lowest of men
Like the dogs in the street and the pigs in the pen
But a drunk's only trying to get free of his body
And the soar like an eagle high up there in heaven
And the shouts and his curses they are just hymns and praises
To kick-start his mind now and then
God loves a drunk come raise up your glasses Amen
Does God really care for your life in the suburbs
A dull little life full of dull little things
And bring up the babies to be just like Daddy
And maybe you'll be there when He gives out the wings
But God loves a drunk although he's a fool
And he wets in his pants and he falls off his stool
And he can't hear the insults and whispers go by him
As he leans in the doorway and sings Sally Racket
And he can't feel the cold rain beat down on his body
And soak through his clothes to the skin
God loves a drunk come raise up your glasses Amen
Will there be any pen-pushers up there in Heaven
Does clerking and wage-slaving win you God's love
I pity you worms with your semis and pensions
If you think that'll get you to the kingdom above
But God loves a drunk although he's a clown
And you can't help but laugh as he gags and falls down
But he don't give a cuss for what people think of him
And screams at his demons alone in the darkness
He's staying alive for just one more pint bottle
Won't you throw him a few pennies friend
God loves a drunk for ever and ever Amen