Bourbon Beard

It’s sweeter than I drink easily

I don’t even like the taste of my bourbon beard

But I’d rather feel sleazy than desperate and crazed

My bourbon beard

Holds my head up for a while

Helps me feel like I’m not shot

They say that we’re just a couple of drunks whose pants are way too tight

My bourbon beard

It’s hard to admit the truth

So I creep into the night

My bourbon beard

I’ve got a reason to smile

Stay with me for a little while

Nothing but money in my jeans

I’m still sorta young and I’m free and white

My bourbon beard

The kids, well, I’m still one of them

It’s working out all right

My bourbon beard

Don’t count it against me

At least I made it this far

I came in through the front door

I’m open to you now

I’m willing to advance

Oh I think they’re coming to get me

Yeah I think I’m going insane

Isn’t everybody strange?