Skin Of My Teeth

Another Sunday morning, hungover and blue Smellin' like cigarettes and beer My mouth is dry, got bloodshot eyes And my head splittin' in two Church bells ringin' in my ear The high steeple, crowds are fillin' up, those sanctuary pews But I'm just gonna hang around my crib Cause I don't like dressin' up I don't own a pair of Sunday shoes And I refuse to be another hypocrite Oh when I'm out drinkin', I wear a cross I'm not really a righteous man, oh but I'm not lost And when I meet my maker, I know he's gonna smile at me And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth My grandma told me "Boy, you better straighten up Cause you're swervin down a bumpy road." She said "Put that damned old bottle down and pick your Bible up Get back in church, put on a choir robe" Oh but I can't see myself fallin' in line behind the preacher Hell, he's probably more messed up than me Always talkin' 'bout damnation, cursin' every unbeliever Who's he to judge? Who's he to condemn me? When I'm out drinkin', I wear a cross I'm not really a righteous man, oh but I'm not lost And when I meet my maker, I know he's gonna smile at me And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth Half a loser, I'm half a winner I'm half a saint, and I'm half a sinner I feed my soul on Sunday dinner I'm every man of god When times get hard, I hit my knees And I praise the lord when he blesses me I do my best to keep him pleased I'm every man of god I'm every man of god When I'm out drinkin', I wear a cross I'm far from a righteous man, oh aren’t we all And when I meet my maker I know he's gonna smile at me And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth When Il make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth By the skin of my teeth