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.