Sanoja: Spiritual Beggars. Blessed.

Loaded as the sun above, I dig myself
Drinking washes the gray away, it kissed my brain
Smoking makes me catch my breath
I feel alone, now I feel my inner self

Incarnation of Christ
Now the lungs of the universe
Are the lungs of my soul
I can feel it, I can sense it

Hallelujah, bless my soul
Monday morning, you enter hell
Not me, I'm not a fool, no, I'm not a whore
Haven't sold my soul

Monday morning, I open a beer
And light a cigar
Put my pen to paper
And write, "I hate you all"