Woe

We got some poison in us Cyanide and nicotine More than you've ever seen More than I can believe Woe, woe, woe, woe Guns, guns they all got guns Now they wanna shoot someone I'd rather be drunk than dead Or go where Jesus fled So I'll get drunk again Or maybe not Woe, woe, woe, woe I saw on a tombstone He came in this world alone Spent all his time alone He left this life alone Woe, woe, woe, woe