Lyrics

FAT TUESDAY
Words and Music: Mark David Manders


I spent Fat Tuesday at my brother’s, sitting on the couch
He said his skin felt just like glycerin and I watched him twist and shout
Now the second day of detox is ain’t a pretty sight
And I cried alone on my way home then I got drunk that night

What kind of a world have we been given
When your own life prevents you from living
And when I die I want to go to Heaven
I heard there’s no mirrors way up there

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with Thee
My youngest son’s got my father’s face; it’s a man he’s never seen
Our Father, Who art in Heaven, please teach mine a lesson
‘Cause I’m having to answer questions I never thought I’d face

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I had a little run in with the IRS
They want half of what I make and we can’t live on the rest
But the kids are healthy and my will is strong
And they can slap a lien on this house but they can’t touch our home

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