Del Amitri - Musicians and Beer lyrics

God doesn't love you, God doesn't care
You lie on the slab with blood in your hair
And the voices of angels are flat and austere
Well that's what you get
If you don't book musicians and beer

You stand on the vanquished
Your feet on their chests
Posing like starlets in bullet-proof vests
Your wife doesn't love you
She's sick of the fear
Sick of living without musicians and beer
So lock up your daughters, shit
You already did at least muddy waters can't
Fuck with your kids
I'm an effortless cleaner with
A passion for queer
'Cause I can't live without
Musicians and beer

My granddaddy's bible, so brooding and black
Lies like a tombstone on my own daddy's back
And wе lowered him down without a tear
So hе died like a pauper
Without musicians and beer

So this is an order
Get yourself some musicians and beer