Bryan Thomas Parker - Confession Lyrics

Mama prayed that I would end up a preacher
But the Lord wasn't listening
Still I found myself with plenty to say anyways
Sitting here at this kitchen table
Writing songs that no one will ever sing
Thinking to myself, mama would be proud
Cuz I found my own kind of peace

Well I'm not a fisher of men
I'm just fishing for tip
Three hours in a dive bar, baby
Run you longer than any sermon ever did
I don't know the beatitudes
But I can play you a few old Beatle's tunes
Just give me three bloody mary's and I'll sing you my confession

Well lately I've been considering my own mortality
Laying at night staring at the ceiling
Wondering what would Jesus think of me
But a man who dined with prostitute and died between a murderer and thief
Well that's not the kind of guy got enough time for little ol' me

Well I'm not a fisher of men
I'm just fishing for tip
Three hours in a dive bar, baby
Run you longer than any sermon ever did
I don't know the beatitudes
But I can play you a few old Beatle's tunes
Just give me three bloody mary's and I'll sing you my confession

I'm not trying to be blasphemous
Or cast any shade on your personal religious experience
I'm not interested in a dogmatic debate
Just saying we got this life we gotta live
And no guarantees that this ain't it
So live your life with love, find peace and happiness

Well I'm not a fisher of men
I'm just fishing for tip
Three hours in a dive bar, baby
Run you longer than any sermon ever did
I don't know the beatitudes
But I can play you a few old Beatle's tunes
Just give me three bloody mary's and I'll sing you my confession