I spent Fat Tuesday at my brother's, sitting on the couch He said his skin felt just like glycerin And I watched him twist and shout Now the second day of detox is ain't a pretty sight And I cried alone on my way home then I got drunk that night What kind of a world have we been given When your own life prevents you from living And when I die I want to go to Heaven I heard there's no mirrors way up there Hail Mary, full of grace, The Lord is with Thee My youngest son's got my father's face It's a man he's never seen Our Father, Who art in Heaven, Please teach mine a lesson Cause I'm having to answer questions I never thought I'd face I had a little run in with the IRS They want half of what I make and we can't live on the rest But the kids are healthy and my will is strong And they can slap a lien on this house But they can't touch our home