Tekster: Channel 3. CH3. Faith, Bourbon, Dignity.

Faith, bourbon and dignity
Faith, bournon and dignity

I've been sold out and didn't even yawn
At 22 I would have buried your lawn

I pass the time like there's no more tomorrows
Each day becomes a yesterday

I remember your promised charms
Just out of reach like Sinn Fein arms

Faith, bourbon and dignity
Getting by on what you left me
Faith, bourbon and dignity
Living life on one out of three

I drink and I bleed, complain and sit
Just like Bukowski without the wit