Hand Me The Keys Lord
Yes, shit can change.
And you can change shit.
You avoid a hit then
Crack a big hit.
Throw a big fit.
Work a big snit.
Wallow in it.
Maybe you slit
Your own wrist first.
Maybe quench that thirst.
For safety hearse.
Maybe do a meeting
Where you’ll be greeting
The lost and the losing.
Maybe help ’em choosing
Their grand ‘ol time in their hearse.