Grace

Thanks to the merchant class

you taught me how to sell my ass.

Thanks to the working class

you taught me how to bust my ass.Alone in this apartment

thanking our good president

for teaching me how to lose

and still save face.

I need Grace.Holy sister what went wrong?

You used to be in all my songs.

Now you're just a working girl

loving someone elses world.

But thanks for the time we spent,

the body and the sacraments.

A better man might have found a better way

but I need grace.Dearest friends the time is near.

We meet again just once a year.

The hometown air the birth of Christ,

the tucked in shirts the house looks nice.

Thank you for the warm embrace,

for accepting me in my old age.

I used to be so fun now I'm just out of place.

I need grace.