Stumblin' Lyrics - Singles - Slobberbone

So I picked a fight with Jesus Christ 

Now I'm thinkin' I was wrong 

When you pick a fight with the Prince of Peace 

You won't last for long 

It's a one-lane highway straight to Hell 

And I've driven it so many times 

You can bet I know it well 

He said, "Trust in me, I'm the King of kings 

And you, my friend, are in a rut" 

But what I was looking for was the king of beers 

So I said, "Won't you be my bud" 

It's a back-slide spiral, I'm drownin' fast 

But if this is my last drownin' chance 

You can bet, I'll make it last, can't you see? 

I once called you my friend, now I'm stumblin' once again 

I'm slurrin' words and I'm bustin' bottles over the heads of saints 

And I know it's been so long, but I still see you when you're gone 

I still feel the weight of that look upon your face almost every day 

Now I'm stumblin' like some drunken preacher 

Drooling on his vest 

I'm mumblin' like some old proud bum 

Who swears he knew him best 

It's a back-slide spiral, I'm drownin' fast 

But if this is my last drownin' chance 

You can bet I'll make it last, can't you see? 

I once called you my friend, now I'm stumblin' once again 

I'm slurrin' words and I'm bustin' bottles over the heads of saints 

And I know it's been so long, but I still see you when you're gone 

I still feel the weight of that look upon your face almost every day 

God knows it's true and so do you 

That something's got to change 

But if change is really all around me 

I think I'll stay the same 

What's the point in change when nothing lasts? 

I once could keep myself afloat 

But now I'm sinkin' fast, can't you see? 

I once called you my friend, now I'm stumblin' once again 

I'm slurrin' words and I'm bustin' bottles over the heads of saints 

And I know it's been so long, but I still see you when you're gone 

I still feel the weight of that look upon your face almost every day 

And I once called you my friend, now I'm stumblin' once again 

I'm slurrin' words and I'm bustin' bottles over the heads of saints 

And I know it's been so long, but I still see you when you're gone 

I still feel the weight of that look upon your face almost every day