A story about Willie P. Bennet, whiskey, tuesdays, God's hangover and a prolasping rectum

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I wrote this on Halloween, 2004. I started playing the chords then pretty much made the words up as i went along. Then i forgot the words. So i wrote new ones. Willie P. Bennet is a great country singer/songwriter that has been paid tribute by the great band Blackie and the Rodeo Kings. The prolapsing rectum bit is in reference to Chunk Pahlaniuk's short story called "Guts". I think the idea of God getting hungover is really funny.

I'll tell you a story
About a black tie affair
That went horribly wrong
When me and mine arrived

They took offence to the
Way we were walking
We'd learned it on tuesday
With Wille P. Bennett

He took us 'neath those
Arms he calls wings
And taught us tommorrow
Is easy to plan

Because it never happened
So you can create it
Just take all your money
And give it to me

But remember last tuesday
You weren't looking smooth when
You stayed up all night
With that bottle of whiskey

But you felt important
Your headache meant something
You woke up before
The alarm got annoying

Stepping outside was a
Glorious victory
I can't see the sidewalk
My eyes never opened

But it was on tuesday
You wrote me a letter
Detailing the ins and the
Outs of that story

That's all about guts
And a prolapsing rectum
I wanted to read it and
You sent me a copy

To keep for my own and
To add to the pile
That ever growing pile of
Outcasts and ornery

Children walk backwards
When confronted with something
They don't understand or
That deviates the plan

That God made this morning
When He was hungover from
Talking too much about
Poets' pretentions

I keep looking backwards to
That forest on tuesday
We never looked better
I think that's the moment

I took all my baggage
And burnt it so faithfully
Clenching the ground as it
Cremates before me...