Bourbon Beard

It's sweeter than I drink easily
 I don't even like the taste of my bourbon beard
 But I'd rather feel sleazy than desperate and crazed
 My bourbon beard
 Holds my head up for a while
 Helps me feel like I'm not shot
 They say that we're just a couple of drunks whose pants are way too tight
 My bourbon beard
 It's hard to admit the truth
 So I creep into the night
 My bourbon beard
 I've got a reason to smile
 Stay with me for a little while
 Nothing but money in my jeans
 I'm still sorta young and I'm free and white
 My bourbon beard
 The kids, well, I'm still one of them
 It's working out all right
 My bourbon beard
 Don't count it against me
 At least I made it this far
 I came in through the front door
 I'm open to you now
 I'm willing to advance
 Oh I think they're coming to get me
 Yeah I think I'm going insane
 Isn't everybody strange?