My first drug of choice was praying to the lord Before whiskey brought my knees down to the floor Before the heaven dust lifted me high I would lift my pain up to the sky Now my soul cries out cuz I don't believe anymore I finally found my voice, something worth fighting for But my words backfired, oh they were ignored They told me I should go to therapy And get back down on my two knees But I don't pray to the lord cuz I don't believe anymore Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm When things ain't work I'd close my eyes and say "The lord must have something better on the way" Instead of facing the hard truth Oh, I'd numb it down with a prayer or two But I don't believe anymore and I got nothing to ease my pain I don't believe anymore and I need something to ease my pain I guess I'll pray to the lord, drink whiskey and bleed cocaine