Partying Is Such Sweet Sorrow Every Time I Die

At the bottom of the first drink, I found my nerve
At the bottom of the next one, I met my girl
At the bottom of the third drink, I found a fourth
At the bottom of that one was a Trojan horse

That carried in demons who brought their brides
They tempted darkness where I lost my mind
The fifth drink found it and carried it home
Where my girl was waiting, one foot out the door

Another night spent gathering dust
Mug shots of a marble bust
Ruination leaves the lantern lit
So I know where the good lovin' is

I used to be a goddamn saint
I said my prayers, and I handled snakes
Until the road introduced me to sin
I only shook hands with drink, but he had his friends with him
I curse the day we raised our glass
Up like a bridge to let the devil pass
'Cause he ain't never left this town
And only beaten and unborn are living with him now
I used to be a holy man
"Once put an onion in a beggar's hand"
But now I'd rather not believe
How could a man I've never met be so cruel to me?