acoustic guitar rock by singer and songwriter ben bruce

Songs ››

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?

[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?