Walkin’ with Michael Douglas

Send a priest to save my soul. Forget it Send a doctor, take my pulse. Forget it Feelin' it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic Redemption Now I'm waking to pains and shaking My guts are rotting out, I'm slurring my speeches For fun and forget you now Baptismal pool of my sleeping mouth I apologize for these transgressions Wish I could say that I learned my lesson But the bottle, she's calling To this sickness that lives with me All these hungry, angry mouths, forgiven Silenced, belly-up for a round, forgiven Feeling it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic Redemption Regarding my wishes, washed me clean Ring me out over and over again Just promise to save my place in your disgrace A riot can start with fuck all abounds A measure of apathy so proud A promising son or a drunken sound Is the distance between you and I so far? So long to vitriol, the fuck you's the chain and ball Forget it. Forget it Forget it. Forget it Feeling it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic Redemption Feeling it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic Redemption A riot can start with fuck all abounds A measure of apathy so proud A promising son or a drunken sound Is the distance between you and I so far?