Kruger - Turpitudes lyrics

Is there anyone out there, who can help me out with a couple dollars I badly need a drink, I'm losing track of Jesus Christ I can't let him out of my sight Need to sit at his right hand until I die Share his famous bottomless wine Which slakes all thirsts, so will it slake mine? I hardly see you in this fuzziness Are you still there, my pal Jesus? Or is that you, my old Bacchus? I need to stick with my Holy Fellow Take the same cab than him back home Cause he may well walk on water But no way he can on this much beer I think I can feel his warmness inside again But in fact I just have once more wet my pants I can't let him out of my sight Need to sit at his right hand until I die Share his vintage bottomless wine Which quenches all souls, so will it quench mine? Help me out I can't stand up Please reach out for my hand, my Savior? I'm sorry I used up all my forgiveness vouchers