Bryant Tench - Curt's Blues Lyrics

He's a drunken transcendant, a sinner and priest
He'll scream, Kiss my ass and then he'll add Please
He'll sip mineral water with a fresh pack of smokes
And quote from Descartes while making dick jokes
He'll talk through the night when he ain't got time
Give you his fortune Won't loan you a dime
He's crowded to death while he sits there alone
Sees right through your bullshit Just not through his own
And when he's down on his luck, then he's at his best
And why he's that way is anyone's guess
He'll throw a big party Won't bother to come
He's a son of a bitch Got a queen for a mom
Seen 'im chase chilled Crystal with a warm PBR
Been lost in his church and found at the bar
He can tell you your future when his rent is behind
He's a helluva catch, but not the marrying kind
Who knows if he'll settle in heaven or hell
But wherever he lands, I'll probably be there as well
When he's down on his luck, then he's at his best
And why he's that way is anyone's guess
There's gods without prophets Saints without shrines
He could write you that novel if he knew the first line
When he's turned them all off he'll try turning it on
Like flipping a switch when the bulb has done blown
He'll tell you he's fine while he sits there in pain
Leave his own house just to walk in the rain
He can always fit in, but he'll never belong
And he's just left the show when you're playing his song
When he's down on his luck, then he's at his best
And why he's that way is anyone's guess
When we're down on our luck, then we're at our best
And why we're that way is anyone's guess