Jesus is my friend, but I clutch my bourbon and my gin
Restless fleeting thoughts of unforgotten sin
I pray for the lord, to lift me from this pit
As i reach for my bottle and my last cigarette
Down, so down
I can't seem to rise above the madness
Down, so down
I can't seem to overcome the sadness
A bible on the bed, and a pistol at my head
In a drunken stupor, wishing I were dead
Waiting for a sign, to ease my troubled mind
Remembering the one who treated me unkind
Down, so down
I can't seem to rise above the madness
Down, so down
I can't seem to overcome the sadness
I close my eyes and pray, that there will come a day
For all her sins she will have to pay
As I take another drink, my mind is on the brink
Of my impending death I start to think
Down, so down
I can't seem to rise above the madness
Down, so down
I can't seem to overcome the sadness