Handles Gin
… Something failed with Jesus, when he died up on the cross…
Well, he tried to free us, but all of us are lost and I say…
Why can’t I, and what’s it cost? …
Something failed with Jesus, when he died up on the cross…
Well, he tried to free us, but all of us are lost and I say…
Why can’t I, and what’s it cost?
[There’s a price for abolution,
and a payment for every sin.
Your wallet, it handles wickedness,
but your liver, it handles gin.]
Well, streetlight sinner, yeah, cigarette bum…
Some people use their fingers, and some start a revolution, and I say…
Why don’t the people come?
[chorus]
Rolling down the highway, pinner in your hand…
Colored lights behind you, yeah, they’re going to catch you if they can, and I say…
Why can’t we smoke across the land?
