Lyrics - Sweet Pickle Grits
Copyright © 2005 BFH
PISS DRUNK
Words & Music by Ty Manning
Copyright © 2003


Guess I'll stick around here for one more year
Live off of Ritz crackers, washed down by beer
Mamma don't ever call me, and Papa calls me punk
And I'm only happy when I'm piss drunk

I wake up each mornin', I raise myself high
Promise to the new day, to keep this one dry
But by dark I'm a swimmin', 'cause my ship's been sunk
And I'm only happy when I'm piss drunk

Enlightened by the Buddha, Mohammad he's my man
I listened to the Krishnas, while Jesus held my hand
When time came for testing, I was bound to flunk
Cause I'm only happy when I'm piss drunk

The night before sweet Sabbath, we stayed out past two
Woke up hungover in some back row pew
Sunday School ain't the best place for dirty white boy funk
And God only loves me when I'm piss drunk

The warm taste, the good times, feel every limb
With a light, a cold friendly din
You'll find me dancin' to some slow sad song
A hundred whiskey miles from my home
And I'm only happy when I'm piss drunk
Sweet Pickle Grits
Released 2003 - 13th Floor Music
Produced by The Bearfoot Hookers
Recorded & Mixed by Mark Durfield at 13th Floor Studios, Rutledge, GA
Mastered by Charlie Chastain
Copyright © 2003 BFH