Losing to Win

‘Lord Help Me Jesus’, was written for me,

My sinner’s prayer, a lonely soul’s plea,

But don’t shed a tear for the way that i am,

Because these excuses might kill me, but right now who gives a dam

There’s whole weeks I have lost

To things I can’t quit,

Selective memory and whiskey help me forget,

And your tears, your tears, they make me stop for a while,

Cos I know I’ve hurt the ones I love more than I ever made em’ smile

Then tonight I’ll be out there losin’ to win,

Singing songs about the good times and falling again,

So raise a toast to this jester

And drink to being alive

While the life of the party is dying inside

And tonight I’ll be out there losin’ to win,

Singing songs about the good times and falling again,

So raise a toast to the jester

And drink to being alive

While the life of the party is dying inside

While the life of the party is dying inside