Turpitudes Lyrics

Is there anyone out there, who can help me out with a couple dollars
I badly need a drink, I'm losing track of Jesus Christ.
I can't let him out of my sight
Need to sit at his right hand until I die
Share his famous bottomless wine,
Which slakes all thirsts, so will it slake mine?
I hardly see you in this fuzziness
Are you still there, my pal Jesus?
Or is that you, my old Bacchus?
I need to stick with my Holy Fellow
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Cause he may well walk on water
But no way he can on this much beer
I think I can feel his warmness inside again
But in fact I just have once more wet my pants
I can't let him out of my sight
Need to sit at his right hand until I die
Share his vintage bottomless wine,
Which quenches all souls, so will it quench mine?
Help me out I can't stand up
Please reach out for my hand, my Savior?
I'm sorry I used up all my forgiveness vouchers.