Corey Smith - Skin Of My Teeth Lyrics
Another Sunday morning, hungover and blueSmellin' like cigarettes and beerMy mouth is dry, got bloodshot eyesAnd my head splittin' in twoChurch bells ringin' in my earThe high steeple, crowds are fillin' up, those sanctuary pewsBut I'm gonna hang around my cribCause I don't like dressin' upI don't own a pair of Sunday shoesAnd I refuse to be another hypocriteOh when I'm out drinkin', I wear a crossI'm not really a righteous man, oh but I'm not lostAnd when I meet my maker, I know he's gonna smile at meAnd I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teethMy grandma told me "Boy, you better straighten upCause you're swervin down a bumpy road."She said "Put that damned old bottle down and pick your Bible upGet back in church, put on a choir robe"Oh but I can't see myself fallin' in line behind the preacherHell, he's probably more messed up than meAlways talkin' 'bout damnation, cursin' every unbelieverWho's he to judge? Who's he to condemn me?When I'm out drinkin', I wear a crossI'm not really a righteous man, oh but I'm not lostAnd when I meet my maker, I know he's gonna smile at meAnd I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teethHalf a loser, I'm half a winnerI'm half a saint, and I'm half a sinnerI feed my soul on Sunday dinnerI'm every man of godWhen times get hard, I hit my kneesAnd I praise the lord when he blesses meI do my best to keep him pleasedI'm every man of godI'm every man of godWhen I'm out drinkin', I wear a crossI'm not really a righteous man, oh but I'm not lostAnd when I meet my maker I know he's gonna smile at meAnd I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth
