And now the odds are grealy increased,
That I may someday get a chance to kiss your lips.
I thank the Lord each day for the apocalypse.
Folks are mostly disfigured or dead,
But sugar, I won't let it go to my head.
My Mamma's face has dripped down into the dirt,
But I'm still chasing Chitlins, Whiskey and Skirt
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lnD82Xh3cts
And now the odds are grealy increased,
That I may someday get a chance to kiss your lips.
I thank the Lord each day for the apocalypse.
Folks are mostly disfigured or dead,
But sugar, I won't let it go to my head.
My Mamma's face has dripped down into the dirt,
But I'm still chasing Chitlins, Whiskey and Skirt