Diary of a deadman 55

I wouldn't kill myself to save my soul.
I'll hang it at the stake to watch it burn it whole.
I wouldn't sell what left for a little bit of hope.
Nowhere close to call this hell a home.
I hate myself, what makes you think I'll ever be in love with you?
I'm selling my soul for another sip of something cold.
To me the story never gets old.
I wouldn't quit to save my soul.

Another day, another dawn.
I'm simply winding down the clock.
A simple dog after a bone.
My salvation Waits for me at the bottom of this bottle.
At the bottom is where I see the face of God.
One more drink is my gospel song.
I'll sing it all night to praise my god.
Take my shoes, my clothes but please spare my coins.
Take my socks, my hat but I'm never going to let go of this bottle.
Everyone knows,
The story never gets old.
I wouldn't quit to save my soul.