Coffin Nails - Good Lord Lyrics

Cut form the fabric that was woven with failure
Tried to better myself
Approached with candor
It left my heart out in the sun to turn to leather
Can I get a hallelujah for a sinner
Stir my coffee with rusty nails to neutralize the bitter
Thick as tar but it's easy on the ole liver
Ring the bell
All aboard
It's time for dinner
This anxiety makes me sick and growing thinner
Why would God overlook my calling
Why would God overlook my calling
Made up of all the spiteful things people are hiding
Out of the pan into the fire all hope is dying
Toughen up your skin boy
No time for stalling
Been awhile since I've smiled
But I've found my calling
Good lord
Won't you come call on me
Good lord
Won't you come call on me
Good lord
Won't you come call on me
Good lord
Won't you come call on me
Good lord
Won't you come call on me
Good lord
Won't you come call on me