Counterfeit Salvation – Lyrics

Miss My Whiskey
(John Bunzow)

Hungover again feelin’ half dead
Run over by a truck you can see the tread
I done spent half of my paycheck
Wonder what crazy things I said
Now I’m singin’ a drunkards lament
Guess it’s time for me to repent

Chorus:
Gonna miss my whiskey
Like my old dog Lester
The Coupe de Ville I wrecked in September
Rosalee the shapely bartender
And a few things I don’t remember

Doctor worried about my consumption
Look like I took a left hook from Mike Tyson
My mind burned out like a cigarette
Mem’ry fried like a Waffle House omelet
Still gotta a stash of California weed
Gonna smoke me a cloud of serenity

Chorus

Gotta cut the juice loose
Or baby gonna leave me
Pissin’ her off is mighty risky
Bein’ dignified ain’t gonna be easy

I’m sure gonna miss my whiskey
Yes I’m sure gonna miss my whiskey

Hung over again
Feelin’ half dead

Counterfeit Salvation
(John Bunzow)

Shiney man on your television
Sellin’ autographed benedictions
A preacher of such conviction
The Las Vegas showroom rendition
Donations spare you from damnation
Counterfeit salvation

The news is bumper sticker quotations
Pretty faces recite dictations
Dumb it down spin the presentation
Advertisers write the narration
Sellin’ instant gratification
Counterfeit salvation

There’s a new drug to help you relax
A pill for weight loss and a bad back
We’ll hook you up with the real smack
Get a taste and you’ll be comin back
Doctors peddlin’ healin’ medications
Counterfeit salvation

Family values your sacred advice
But senator you sure got appetites
Hookers and bag money on the side
You’re a pimp and a whore at the same time

Wall street back door deal maker
Your heart attack a real deal breaker
You can’t bribe no undertaker
Gold coffin ain’t shit to gravediggers
The devil’s got leverage in this situation
He’s gonna get his compensation
He sold it you bought it pay up
Counterfeit salvation

Unwind This Tailspin
(John Bunzow)

Darlin’ I know I’ve done this before
Wild dogs come howl at my door
I put the devil’s crown on my head
Follow him around until I’m half dead
Drinkin’ poison to quench my thirst
Sure goes down easy at first
Got to unwind this tailspin
And get on home to you

Temptation lures me up to the ledge
Sometimes I slip over the edge
I used to think I could fly
Now I crash land ev’ry time
It sure is a long way down
Till my feet are back on the ground
Got to unwind this tailspin
And get on home to you

Darlin’ please leave the porchlight on
The wild blue yonder is getting’ colder
Baby I’m comin’ back home

Like a hell hound chasin’ his tale
I go round and round the same worn out trail
Movin’ fast as a runaway train
Only cinders and ashes remain
I always run outta track
Before I’m too far gone to get back
Got to unwind this tailspin
And get on home to you

Got to unwind this tailspin
Get on home to you