Letra de Three Sheets to the Wind

I’m addicted to using my hands
Every cigarette on the front porch is a performance of sorts in the
Worst way
And I can’t sing when I’m hungry
So cut up a slice of Jesus Christ
For Sunday brunch and tell the crying children to shut up
I’ve had enough, I’ve had enough
Hey man, it’s alright—don’t start a fight
You’ll take the edge off some way someday
Communion came and went
And now I’m one, two, three sheets to the wind
One two three sheets to the wind, and that’s a cardinal sin
So Father, I’m here to confess
I’m kind of drunk and I’m wearing your dress
Why the fuss? Hey! I’m kidding, alright?
But don’t my ass look great in these fishnet tights?
And I took a big bite of that Jesus Christ
For Sunday’s lunch
And goddamnit! Won’t those kids ever shut up?
I’ve had enough
Ain’t you had enough?
And I’d got in that fight
‘cause I’d drank all that wine
It’s just the flesh and blood taste oh so holy
Hell, I’m born again
And I’m one two three sheets to the wind
I’m one to three sheets to the wind
And that’s a cardinal sin