Faith, bourbon and dignity Faith, bourbon and dignity I've been sold out and didn't even yawn At twenty two I would have buried your lawn I pa** the time like there's no more tomorrows Each day becomes a yesterday I remember your promised charms Just out of reach like Sinn Fein arms Faith, bourbon and dignity Getting by on what you left me Faith, bourbon and dignity Living life on one out of three I drink and I bleed, complain and sit Just like Bukowski without the wit