Baptist

She said meet me at seven

For cocktails and canapés

I said I know a bar on the outskirts

Where we can lose a few days

Got a rock-ola empress and

On site tattoos

Tell me, all of your misgivings

While an old man plays the blues

I'm trying to keep my chin up

But I need to scratch that itch away

So Johnny call the Baptist

And put me underwater again

Ten minutes left

'Til they

Ring that god damn bell

I've been

Trying to catch my breath

Till you drag me to hell

God forbid

We're his children

If you think that he's listening

To every drunken word that we say

You know he's just playing us there

I'm trying to keep my chin up

But I need to scratch that itch away

So Johnny call the Baptist

And put me underwater again

I'm trying to keep my chin up

But I need to scratch that itch away

So Johnny call the Baptist

And put me underwater again

I'm trying to keep my chin up

But I need to scratch that itch away

So Johnny call the Baptist

And put me underwater again

Oh call the Baptist

And put me under again

And put me under

And put me under again