Corey Smith
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 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 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


Mirror lyrics:

And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth
And when I meet my maker I know he's gonna smile at me
I'm not really a righteous man, oh but I'm not lost
When I'm out drinkin', I wear a cross

I'm every man of god
I'm every man of god
I do my best to keep him pleased
And I praise the lord when he blesses me
When times get hard, I hit my knees
I'm every man of god
I feed my soul on Sunday dinner
I'm half a saint, and I'm half a sinner
Half a loser, I'm half a winner

And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth
And when I meet my maker, I know he's gonna smile at me
I'm not really a righteous man, oh but I'm not lost
When I'm out drinkin', I wear a cross

Who's he to judge? Who's he to condemn me?
Always talkin' 'bout damnation, cursin' every unbeliever
Hell, he's probably more messed up than me
Oh but I can't see myself fallin' in line behind the preacher
Get back in church, put on a choir robe"
She said "Put that damned old bottle down and pick your Bible up
Cause you're swervin down a bumpy road."
My grandma told me "Boy, you better straighten up

And I'll make it to heaven by the skin of my teeth
And when I meet my maker, I know he's gonna smile at me
I'm not really a righteous man, oh but I'm not lost
Oh when I'm out drinkin', I wear a cross

And I refuse to be another hypocrite
I don't own a pair of Sunday shoes
Cause I don't like dressin' up
But I'm gonna hang around my crib
The high steeple, crowds are fillin' up, those sanctuary pews

Church bells ringin' in my ear
And my head splittin' in two
My mouth is dry, got bloodshot eyes
Smellin' like cigarettes and beer
Another Sunday morning, hungover and blue


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